Great Sui Guoshi

"Anyway, your family is poor, why don't you sell your daughter."

"Not for sale! Get out!"

The man with the broom waved a wooden stick to drive away a few idlers. He looked back angrily and hid behind the door, revealing his terrified daughter.

One night not long after, a fire broke out in the small courtyard, and the man fell in the courtyard with his head covered in blood. The eight or nine-year-old girl struggled in the hands of the strongman, crying and shedding tears as she watched her father who was silent on the ground.

In a moment, he was stuffed into a carriage and disappeared in the range of fire.

.......

The picture is a little unclear here.

"...what did you do to the girl?"

Zuo Zhengyang's hand holding the booklet trembled a little. In fact, it was not difficult to imagine the ending, but he couldn't help but ask, hoping to get a different answer.

Looking at each other, the voice became low.

"Say!"

goo~

The man swallowed hard, "Send it up the mountain....There is a batch every month, this hero, I really don't know the rest, you..."

"Uh-"

Throwing the booklet to the sky, Zuo Zhengyang pulled out the long knife on the ground, the light of the knife silently passed through the sunlight, and slashed angrily, blood spattered instantly.

puff!

The head was broken off, and the neck fell to the ground and rolled out.

The pamphlets and papers fluttered, and the headless corpses fell one after another, soaked in blood.

In the sunlight, Zuo Zhengyang wiped the blood-stained blade on the clothes of the corpse, turned and left, returned to the tea shed outside the pass with a blank expression, sat down again, leaned the blade to the corner of the table, and ordered a cup of clear tea.

Outside the tea shed, there was a lot of voices. I closed my eyes and just sat there, but I felt a bit of peace.

ding ding dong ~~~

The crisp copper bells sounded from far to near, stopped outside the tea shed, Zuo Zhengyang, who was asleep with his eyes closed, felt someone pat on the shoulder, and he knew who it was with the aura coming from him.

Opening his eyes, Sun Yingxian wiped his mustache, sat to one side, and ordered two cups of tea from the waiter at the tea shop.

Outside, a scholar dressed in blue and apricot-patterned white robe tied the reins, walked in, and said with a smile, "I thought Yan Chixia would be the first to arrive, but Qianwei was faster than us."

Lu Liangsheng thanked the waiter for the herbal tea, and sat down opposite Zuo Zhengyang, his nose fluttered slightly, and he raised his eyes.

"Qianwei, did you just kill someone?"

He knew that the one-armed man on the opposite side was not an indiscriminate killer, and now that he was stained with blood, there must be a reason to use the knife. After a while, Zuo Zhengyang brought tea and touched Lu Liangsheng and the Taoist.

"Damn it, Zuo is just giving him a ride for God!"

After saying this, he exhaled a foul breath, and told Lu Liangsheng and the Taoist exactly what happened before, as well as what he had heard about Ziling Mountain.

"Under the Fire Praying Cult, I don't know how many people's bones were buried."

Lu Liangsheng dipped himself in the tea, put his fingertips on the table, and wrote a big character 'cut'.

2 Chapter Sixty: Lu Liangsheng Sells the Sword

"How many people were buried under the Fire Praying Cult."

The officials and pedestrians were noisy, and the cicadas were singing one after another. Lu Liangsheng repeated the sentence, staring at the word 'cut' written on the tea on the table.

On the opposite side, Zuo Zhengyang slammed his fist on the table with one arm, causing the tea to splash out, the chopstick cage shaking, and he lowered his voice.

"These people should be killed!"

"Ah."

Lu Liangsheng's fingertips lightly wiped the handwriting written by the water stains, and the character 'Zhan' turned into a stream and condensed on the scholar's fingertips, and he flicked his cuffs to cover it up.

"But in this matter, Qianwei still doesn't want to use the knife. You have just stepped into the practice, and the Asura path is not easy to walk."

Saying that, he got up and walked outside the tea shed, untied the old donkey's reins, looked up at the sky, the warm sun shone on his face, only the voice that could be heard by the Taoist and Zuo Zhengyang over there was speaking.

"Let me do it!"

Lu Liangsheng led the old donkey and walked through the criss-crossing pedestrians, and then showed his appearance, he was already a middle-aged Confucian scholar, with a half-foot beard and old clothes, like a sour Confucian from a poor family.

Among the bustling pedestrians and vendors entering the city, their figures were indistinct, and they went straight through the pass.

In the tea shed, Taoist and Zuo Zhengyang looked at each other.

"what are we going to do?"

The latter grabbed the long knife, put it on his shoulder, and strode out of the tea shed: "Go to Ziling Mountain and wait for him."

......

Junyang City is located in the east of Linghe Prefecture, facing the sea and rich in seafood. It has [-] townships under its jurisdiction. The fertile fields on the west and south sides are fertile. On the whole, it is much richer than other counties in the prefecture. The streets are wide and clean, and the eaves are high. There are many attic shops, and there are also alleys with low eaves, where peddlers who carry burdens walk around the streets and hawk loudly.

The sun is slanting, and the afterglow is sprinkled, just like the long street in the past, from time to time there are green forest people of different shapes and dresses carrying swords and swords.

"There is a big person in the meeting today. I heard that it is not happy to have a lot of people. I will go back later today."

"I don't know who it is?" "That's right, but the elder brother still wants to be with you. He said it seems to be from Ziling Mountain..."

"Don't talk too much."

A group of seven or eight people who looked like warriors were talking to each other and walked through the middle of the long street. The passing green foresters or city traders and pedestrians hurriedly hid on both sides.

At this time, a voice suddenly shouted among the few people in the past: "Wait, there is a scholar over there."

The people who were walking stopped, and their eyes followed the direction indicated by their companions picking up their chins. A middle-aged scholar, his blue robes were washed white, his head was wrapped with a kerchief, and he was sitting on the street with a bald old donkey. On the side, the beard is scruffy, like taking a bath for several days.

If it was an old child, it would not attract the attention of a few people, but the other party was sitting there, surrounded by a sword, the scabbard was wrapped in black sharks, and the hilt was inlaid with three rubies. Those who know the goods can tell it is extraordinary at a glance.

The seven people looked at each other, one of the tall one suddenly said "Ouch", walked over quickly, opened his voice, and went to take the sword in the old Rusheng's hand.

"Didn't I just throw this away the day before yesterday? Why is it in your arms, old guy, return it to me quickly!"

The middle-aged scholar hurriedly leaned towards the donkey, his eyes were a little panicked and he glanced at the seven people who were forcing him over, he turned sideways and hugged the sword in his arms tightly.

"How could it be you guys? It was handed down by my ancestors. It was just taken out today and I want to sell it off."

"What about your ancestor, isn't your ancestor right here?"

Seeing that the words just now were not easy to use, the tall man was a little ashamed in front of his companions, took a sip, rolled up his cuffs, snatched the sword from the old scholar's arms, pulled it out vigorously, but didn't pull it out, and quickly covered it up. Awkward.

"Go back and see."

Immediately, he waved his hand to his companion: "Let's go, go back and present it to the master, you will be happy."

"Come back and return the sword to me!"

The old scholar who was pulled to the ground cried a few times, got up from the ground in embarrassment, chased after two steps, and was stopped by several street vendors nearby.

"Oh, sir, don't chase after them, these people are not to be messed with."

"But...but it's my sword. It was passed down from my ancestors. If it wasn't for my family's downfall, I wouldn't sell it at a cheap price. Why did I encounter such a thing when I went to the street!"

The scholar beat his chest hard, and the others sighed, patted his arm, and said a few words of relief, took two pancakes from the stall, wrapped them, and handed them over.

"Forget it, it's like throwing your life away. Take this thing and go back quickly. Don't provoke this group of people. Even if the government takes care of it, if it's not released in a few days, we will be the ones who will suffer."

The surrounding vendors and the people living nearby nodded and agreed with each other.

"That's right, these people know how to punch and kick, and even use knives and sticks. They can't be provoked."

"Last time, there was a vegetable farmer who was unwilling to be taken with a few handfuls of vegetables, so he chased after him. It has been several months now, and I haven't seen him come here to set up a stall again. I heard that his hands and feet were broken and he was thrown into a barren mountain. Feed the wolves."

"Isn't that right? I've heard about this too. His neighbor even ran to report to the police. He was beaten up on the way, and he lay in bed for half a month before getting out of bed. The murderer can't be found, and now the vegetable farmer's wife is crazy, sitting at the door of the house every day, waiting for the man to come back, oh..."

"Oh, so, this gentleman, if you lose the sword, you can lose it... Hey, where are you?"

Only then did a group of street vendors who were talking around realize that the middle-aged scholar who had been robbed of his ancestral sword was gone, along with the old donkey.

Someone looked around: "Maybe let's go."

At the corner of the long street, the middle-aged scholar who brushed against the shoulders of passers-by was already dressed in a white robe with apricot pattern in green clothes when he turned the corner. He led the old donkey behind him and shook the bell around his neck, and walked through the crowds of the street to the outside of the city.

Following the direction of the vegetable farmers mentioned by the previous group, I walked through a barren field, the sun was setting, not far from the edge of the field, there was a thatched house, a woman with white hair in a bun, shabby clothes, sitting on the threshold with curled legs , leaning his head against the door frame, looking outside.

Hearing the jingling of the copper bell, he moved a little, tilted his head slightly, and watched the scholar and the donkey approaching.

"...Have you seen my home, Shunyi?"

Lu Liangsheng shook his head, took out the easel from the bookshelf, and sat down next to the old woman, not paying attention to the stench on her body.

"I did not see it."

"Oh." The old woman slowly got up while holding the threshold, "He should be coming back, he usually comes back at this time...he's coming back...I'm going in to cook.. ..."

Lu Liangsheng smiled, let her in, rubbed his ink, and asked, "What does Shunyi look like? Does it look good?"

The eyes of the old woman who entered the room lit up, and finally there was a little expression on her face.

"What do you look good at...you are old, when you were young...with thick eyebrows and big eyes...you can still look good...but your skin is too dark... "

Speaking of men, although the old woman was a little crazy, she had joy on her face, and she didn't know what she was doing. The fire in the stove was not lit, so she sat on a low stool and talked about a vegetable farmer named 'Shunyi'.

Outside the house, Lu Liangsheng, who was sitting at the door, wandered with pen and ink in his hands, quickly sketching on the white paper, and the outline of the "Shunyi" described by the old woman's mouth gradually emerged.

As the last smear of red was falling in the setting sun, Lu Liangsheng stood up and wrote the word Shunyi in the lower corner of the scroll.

He picked up the paper and blew the wet ink on it, turned around and walked into the thatched house, hung it on the wall of the house, put away the brush, went back outside, and then led the old donkey away.

In the red setting sun, an old farmer with a hoe came from the field, passed the scholar, and walked into the house.

Soon, the old woman was crying loudly.

"Just leave her a thought."

The wind blew across the fields, and the robes fluttered in the air. Lu Liangsheng turned his head to look at the city... You are gone.

......

The night tide engulfed the residual red, covering the world, and the majestic mansion was raised with red lanterns. The seven people who rushed back greeted the gatekeeper, and rushed to the front hall with a sword in their hands.

"When the master sees this sword, he will definitely reward us!"

While talking, he walked to the hall in front of him. The lights were bright, and there were two figures drinking water, talking intermittently.

Chapter 261 Cut!

The hall was brightly lit, and the lanterns under the eaves swayed gently in the wind. Under the long eaves, several beautiful maids walked slowly through the mottled ground with drinks and dishes, and walked into the hall door.

The candlelight stood in the middle of the round table, the maids put down the dishes and drinks one by one, the bearded man on the side rolled up his sleeves, took the wine pot, and mixed it for the person in the first place.

"Guardian, when will I be able to join the teaching?"

"Maybe after a while."

The leader was tall and thin, with a long face and short beard. He was dressed in a black loose robe to make him look even thinner.

"If Mingzun is busy now, I will take care of all the miscellaneous things in the teaching, and the four protectors will take care of it. You can join the teaching, but the offering needs to be increased a little bit."

Putting down the cup, he suddenly stretched out his hand to pull the maid who poured the wine into his arms, and the bearded man on the side smiled, and quickly took back the hanging wine to drink for himself.

"That's, that's, the offering must be sent to the mountain, it's just..."

The big man hesitated a bit, and paused: "Guardian, should women be lowered? Although there are children of the right age in the surrounding area, they dare not arrest them. I am afraid that they will attract the attention of the government, so I have to run farther away. There is not enough time." .”

This bearded man is burly and powerful, and his body is full of internal strength. When it comes to the name of "Huntian Shenquan" in the green forest and rivers and lakes, no one knows his name Jiang Liying.

But right now, in front of the other party, he is like a domesticated dog, not daring to speak loudly.

Over there, the tall, thin, short-bearded man who was called the protector pinched the maid on the cheek, leaned forward and kissed her, put his arms around the woman's slender waist, and simply replied without looking at Jiang Liying next to him.

"That's your business."

"Yes."

Jiang Liying glanced at the maid in the other party's arms, sighed and turned her face away. This maid will not live long after tonight, so it's not a pity. After all, she bought it with her own money. It's not the same as the one caught outside. All carefully selected.

But the identity of the person in front of him is known to the whole gang, and there will be a fixed amount of offerings every month, and he will personally escort them to the mountains, and then bring down a group of skinny or incomplete women for burial.