In that thatched house.
A stove.
Two low wooden benches.
three people.
Due to the fight just now, the thatched house became drafty and the temperature inside dropped rapidly.
The wooden door was blown by the wind, and Dong Qingqiu pressed the old man's body against the wooden door, enjoying the barbecue on the stove.
Dong Qingqiu patted the child's head, picked up a piece of hot cooked meat on the stove, blew on it, took a bite of the barbecue, gently helped the child close his eyes, and said calmly: "Ah~ thank you for the barbecue!"
"I just want to eat a sweet potato. I really don't want to eat meat. You are really too polite."
A cold wind blew into the room through the cracks, and Dong Qingqiu shivered like a chill.
What kind of clothes are you wearing? It is clear that he is just a fig leaf, even the old man who farms looks down upon himself.
He stepped forward and took off the old man's clothes and shook them vigorously, causing dust to spread.
A pungent smell went straight to his nerves.
Dong Qingqiu quickly pinched his nose, spit out a mouthful of phlegm, and threw away the clothes in his hand.
After taking another look at the shoes on the old man's feet, he reluctantly sat back on the short wooden stool and continued eating barbecue.
He sighed sincerely: "Children's meat is indeed more delicious."
Basically, after eating and drinking enough, I wiped the oil and blood from the corners of my mouth, stood up with a full stomach, and stood up with difficulty.
Looking at the stove without any flame, he kicked it to the ground and did not forget to pull off some straw and throw it on top.
He kicked the old man who was in the way, and as soon as he opened the door, the cold wind was raging, and the biting chill instantly hit his whole body.
Standing on the cold windy field ridge, my hair was blowing freely in the cold wind.
Watching the gray thatched house blazing with fire, Dong Qingqiu broke the joints of the bones in his hand, bit off the last bone and tendon, and threw the two hand bones into the fire.
He huddled up again and continued to move forward in the cold wind.
My hands and feet were so numb and stiff that even my nose refused to flow out.
Just when he could no longer hold on any longer, a small village not far away suddenly appeared in front of him.
It is true that there is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.
Good things never come, but bad things happen happily.
I found a house closest to the village entrance, and seemed to feel at ease. I pushed open the closed door, took a preemptive strike, and shouted unceremoniously: "Is there anyone there? Hurry up and take care of the uncle. Otherwise, your whole family will die." .”
He sat down on the stool, put down the wood root in his hand, stretched out his hand on the firewood pile, and greedily inhaled a breath of hot air.
Beside the fire, the girl in thin clothes stood up and motioned to her brother beside her to enter the house.
The little boy turned back three times with each step, staring at the unsuspecting Dong Qingqiu with sinister eyes. He reluctantly returned to the room and slammed the door.
Only then did Dong Qingqiu realize that he had walked into the house of a brother and sister. It was really unlucky. They were two poor people. What could they have to eat?
Dong Qingqiu felt upset for a while, and kicked the wood in the fire, causing layers of sparks to fly.
The girl didn't pay any attention to it, added another piece of firewood to the fire, and said with a pale face: "Give me money! Or food."
"What kind of money will I give you? Get out of here." Dong Qingqiu cursed angrily.
"There is no reason to sleep in vain and not pay." The girl sat on the wooden bench and said calmly.
"Sleep...sleep...sleep, what are you sleeping on?" Dong Qingqiu asked stammering.
Looking at the gray-white girl in front of me, there seems to be nothing different? Looking at the other person's gray face, he was completely uninterested.
The girl looked extremely shy, her body was clean, her hair was tied up high, as if she was dressed up deliberately, no different from women.
He looks about sixteen or seventeen, and speaks calmly, but in a low voice. When talking to Dong Qingqiu, he always lowered his head, clenched his teeth, and kept grabbing each other with his fingers.
The girl's eyes dimmed and she said calmly: "I've agreed with everyone in the village that I can sleep with you if you want, but you have to give me money or food, otherwise I won't be able to do it even if you die."
The clean lotus is elegant and white, but unfortunately it grows in the mud. No one knows, there is nothing in the mud, maybe animal carcasses or dirty feces. They only know that the lotus is beautiful, but they have forgotten what the lotus absorbs to grow.
"I'm not from the village." Dong Qingqiu said, staring at the girl in front of him.
"If someone from another village sleeps with you, you have to pay for it!" the girl said neatly.
Dong Qingqiu slapped the girl on the face and sneered: "Have I ever said I wanted to sleep with you? You are covered in rotten flesh, what's so attractive about it? You don't understand the slightest bit of etiquette, justice and shame. What are you doing in the world? ? It’s better to just die, so as not to bring shame to the family.”
The originally timid girl stood up vigorously, with tears in her eyes, and the slap marks on her face were obvious. Her voice was choked with sobs, and she pointed her finger at herself, "I am shameless? Then why did you break into my house? Mine is rotten meat. Didn't you come out of your mother's rotten flesh? Don't you think it's disgusting that you men always ride on me and then act like a gentleman after you're done? It's not you who forced me to say that I'm shameless. Do you want me to turn into this? Turn into a shameless slut who goes to bed with different men, to be tortured by you all day long for your fun, and you are not satisfied until you see me lying limp on the bed like a dog. Lift up my pants and Pretending to be an elder and accusing me, aren't you afraid of retribution for infringing on your own children? In order to support my younger brother, I drowned my own child with my own hands, and he died without even knowing who his father was. . Before my father died, they pretended to be hypocritical and promised to take good care of us brothers and sisters. But now they are violating the children of the benefactor who saved their lives and bullying the only child."
"You have no right to accuse me. I just want to support my brother and leave a wife for the Zhao family." The girl wiped away her tears neatly and stopped crying. She couldn't calm down. She sat by the fire and sobbed quietly alone.
Dong Qingqiu played with the small sickle and sneered disdainfully: "Are you aggrieved? Aggrieved, your father obviously saved them, why do they still do this to you? It's your own vanity that is to blame."
"Am I vain? If I, Zhao Yali, were vain, would I use my body to support my brother?" Zhao Yali cried.
Dong Qingqiu seemed to have heard something ridiculous, a way of self-impression and sacrifice, thinking that the beneficiary would be grateful to him and understand his good intentions in doing so. Put yourself in a position of pity and greatness, thinking that if you give everything to the other person, the other person will definitely grow up. However, you don't know that you are harming the beneficiary.
Zhao Yali thought that the reason why she was like this was all for her brother and her father. My younger brother will definitely be doubly grateful to me when he grows up.
However, due to the long backlog, the younger brother's psychology has long been distorted. He hates every man who comes to see his sister, curses the women who make fun of her sister behind her back, and cannot hold her head up in front of her friends. In the end, it turns into why she is such a shameless person. 's sister? You can die, but you can't suffer the ridicule of your peers.
Zhao Yali thought that she was a poor person, that all fate was unfair to her, and that everyone always came towards her with desire.
She hated that others did not lend a helping hand to help her. She hated those who rode on her and gave her money and food.
I think that a poor person like myself should be sympathized with by everyone instead of being treated differently.
What’s worth saying about the means of gaining sympathy from others?
"What you think is beautiful is actually a mistake." Dong Qingqiu said.
"no?"
"Why?"
Zhao Yali sneered, "If I wasn't beautiful, how could they find me? How could I support my brother?"
"What if you are not beautiful anymore?" Dong Qingqiu continued to ask.
"If it wasn't beautiful, my brother and I would have starved to death long ago." Zhao Yali said helplessly.
Dong Qingqiu shook his head, picked up a piece of burning wood, and said with a smile: "If you were not beautiful, they would not only lend a helping hand, but they would also feel guilty for your family. Even if time goes by, you will not feel as guilty as before. You siblings The two of them will not starve to death, and they will always talk about this kindness or keep it in their hearts."
"Form arises from the appearance of each other, desire arises from the eyes."
"Take off the skin, there are only two hundred and six bones, put on clothes, you can have eighteen thousand features. After death, you can see the bones. When you are alive, you can guess people's hearts. When you see the beautiful people, they are like bones. It makes me have no desire. Looking at the bones, like the beauty, makes me have no desire." Fear. No desire and no fear, no seeking and no self."
At this time, the door of Zhao Yali's house was opened again, and an old man with a gray beard and a strong body came in.
"There's someone in Yali's family! I'll come back later." The old man opened his mouth, showing one tooth, and was about to exit.
Old man Xu was holding a small bag of grain in his hand. When he was about to leave, he was stopped by Zhao Yali: "Grandpa Xu, why are you leaving?"
Zhao Yali helped the old man into the house and sat down, and asked Dong Qingqiu, "Do you want it or not?"
Dong Qingqiu threw away the match in his hand, put his hands behind his back, and said coldly: "You can do whatever you want."
Old man Xu showed his only remaining tooth and looked at Dong Qingqiu, who was in ragged clothes but could only endure dryness due to lack of money, and said with a smile: "Young people, let's get together!"
However, Zhao Yali objected: "Grandpa Xu, how can this be done?"
"I'm getting older, so I still count on this little brother to help me push my butt when the time comes." Old Man Xu said in an unserious manner.
Dong Qingqiu said: "Let's forget it together. Push your butt, I can help."
"Then I'll help you, little brother."
After saying that, Old Man Xu took Zhao Yali's hand and walked to an empty room with ease.
Zhao Yali was talking and laughing with the old man, but Dong Qingqiu could sense another meaning.
In a poor and incompetent family, looks will only be a liability. It was pressing hard on the person's chest, making it hard to breathe. He knew the solution, but because of his vanity, he was unwilling to struggle out of the quagmire that dragged him down.
Dong Qingqiu opened the small bag of grain on the ground and sighed: "He is indeed a good brother who pushes his butt."
He took out a broken piece of silver inside, walked up and knocked on the door.
A ghost head poked his head out as if he was unhappy.
Dong Qingqiu ignored him, opened the door and walked in, sitting down on the cold bed.
"Hey, kid, do you want to die?" Dong Qingqiu asked.
"You fucking want to die." The little boy retorted loudly and forcefully.
"Look at your sister. She entered the room with an old man with only one tooth. Don't you feel guilty? Don't you hate those men who you have to avoid every time you come here? Don't you hate that such a sister makes you miserable? Do you want to lose face? It's better to die than live like this, forget it." Dong Qingqiu said in a low and gloomy voice.
"You are not allowed to talk about my sister."
Dong Qingqiu put his elbow on his neck. He looked angry but could do nothing. He could only blush and gasp for breath.
"Do you want to avenge your father? Do you want to kill all those who bully your sister and laugh at you?" Dong Qingqiu continued to ask.
"I want to." said the little boy who was lying on the bed.
"I can help you with this, but I have a condition."
"What conditions?" He asked with a red face as nosebleed flowed from his nostrils.
"Kill your sister!"
"I'll kill you first." The little boy desperately tried to break free.
"Do you want your sister to be humiliated by those men all day long because of you, making people gossip behind your back, and make you unable to hold your head up in front of your friends?"
"As long as you kill your sister, I will help you kill the entire village and avenge your family."
"Sometimes it's worse to be alive than to be dead."
"It's because of you that your sister is like this. Why don't you die? As long as you die, your sister won't have to be like this, and she will be free." Dong Qingqiu continued to induce her with increased intensity.
The little boy's mind began to reverberate with his sister's words over and over again: I am doing this all because of you, otherwise I wouldn't be able to do this. When you grow up and become successful, don't forget your sister. Sister, this is totally worth it. Without you, I would have died with my parents long ago.
All because of you.
If it weren't for you.
Because of you, I am like this.
Why don't you die?
Hahaha, his sister is a rag.
Bah, shameless, just because of his sister, my father and my mother quarreled every day.
What a great father he is, how come he raises such a shameless child?
That daughter of the Zhao family is so handsome, I really want to hold her in my arms and sleep.
Zhao Yamo is all because of you, but I am like this. Why don't you die?
You are like a dragster, why do you want to hold on to me?
These scenes are like nightmares, which often make Zhao Yamo wake up from the dark night. After waking up, they still can't let go for a long time.
It has been echoing in my ears, and there will never be peace.
"I promise you." Zhao Yamo cried.
Dong Qingqiu let go and lay on the bed, crying bitterly, while Zhao Yamo cried softly.
He threw the small sickle in front of Zhao Yamo and said, "Go, go in now and chop your sister and the old man to death."
Zhao Yamo grasped the small sickle and stared at Dong Qingqiu.
"Don't even think about killing me. I'm a Taoist Immortal. You can't kill me."
"So what if you kill me? Who can avenge your sister? In the end, it's not up to me."
"Are you a Taoist immortal?" Zhao Yamo asked crying.
"Replacement guaranteed."
"Why should I trust you?"
There was a snap.
Dong Qingqiu slapped Zhao Yamo in the face, kicked him to the ground, and picked up the small sickle on the ground.
"Who gave you the courage to talk to Taoist Immortal like this?" Dong Qingqiu said displeased.
Zhao Yamo knelt on the ground and did not dare to cry again.
That's how people are, they only care about eating but not about fighting.
You must be like an animal, waiting for the whip to fall on you before you obey.
A slap in the face and a date no longer work for these untouchables.
Born to be servile, once given a smile, they will become extremely lazy.
"Master Daoxian, I have a condition." Zhao Yamo whispered.
"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me." Dong Qingqiu said coldly.
"Master Taoist Immortal, if you don't agree, you can kill me." Zhao Yamo closed her eyes and threatened.
"You really think I don't dare to kill you?"
The next moment, a trace of blood streaked across the small sickle, and a cracked ear fell to the ground.
Dong Qingqiu inserted his hands into the injured wound. Looking at Zhao Yamo, whose face was full of pain but still unwilling to make a sound, he slapped him to the ground.
"Do you care about your sister very much?" Dong Qingqiu said with a thick smile: "You care about your sister so much, why should I believe you that you would kill her?"
"I just don't want those stinky men to get on top of her anymore." Zhao Yamo said angrily.
"What does it have to do with me?" Dong Qingqiu asked.
"Lord Daoxian, if you have any conditions, please make them." Zhao Yamo said firmly while kneeling on the ground.
"Just mention it casually?"
"Master Daoxian, just ask, even if it's my life, I can give it to you."
"Okay, I'll take your life."
"Tell me, what are the conditions?" Dong Qingqiu asked.
"Help sister kill these villagers first." Zhao Yamo looked at Dong Qingqiu and said word by word.
"What if you regret it?"
"Master Taoist Immortal is still afraid that us little ordinary people can't do it."
"Put away your aggressive tactics." Dong Qingqiu said displeasedly: "If you dare to deceive me, I will strip off all your sister's clothes and make it public to the whole world."
Zhao Yamo trembled violently all over, nodded, gritted her teeth and agreed.
"When it's done, I want you to dig out your sister's heart, eyes, throat, and scrotum with your own hands." Dong Qingqiu said calmly.
"Why?"
"Just do it and don't ask any questions." Dong Qingqiu slapped Zhao Yamo on the face again and said coldly.
It's true that you can't find anything without wearing iron shoes, and it doesn't take any effort to get it.
Six-turn Yin-Yang Pill, a special pill for promotion to Six Paths Immortal.
Today, I can actually find the key medicine in advance. How could I miss it?
Just as Dong Qingqiu was recalling what he needed, there was a voice outside the door.
Dong Qingqiu reminded: "Don't tell others about me being a Taoist Immortal. Otherwise, I will peel off your sister's skin."
Zhao Yali's voice sounded outside the door: "Grandpa Xu, go slowly."
Dong Qingqiu opened the door and walked out slowly.
"Why haven't you left yet?" Zhao Yali hurriedly arranged her messed up clothes and asked angrily.
"Have you done something shameful, are you afraid of being seen?" Dong Qingqiu said.
"Sister, are you okay?" Zhao Yamo asked with red eyes.
"Sister, didn't you..." Zhao Yali suddenly squatted down in panic, grabbed Zhao Yamo's arm, and asked in a panic: "Mo Mo, why are you bleeding? Is your ear bleeding?"
"I cut it off." Dong Qingqiu said calmly.
