Fox Road Travel Notes

After all, Chen Zican has been a young man throughout his two lives, and he has experienced years and years, and the longer he lives, the farther back he goes.

Seeing that Wang Heming was handsome and well-spoken, he felt a little embarrassed to be a victim.

Button tugged at his sleeves from behind, telling Chen Zican to finish his courtesy and leave quickly.

Chen Zican glanced around and saw that although the men in black had put away their crossbows, they were still surrounding them.

Everyone looked at him with eager eyes, their faces full of fierceness.

I smiled bitterly in my heart: "No matter how nice you say it, I'm afraid it won't be that easy to leave today!"

Wang Heming seemed to understand his thoughts and said with a smile: "Today I meet a young hero like Brother Zican, what a joy in life!"

"The belongings in the bag should be regarded as a meeting gift for our Dongting Water Village. Brother Zican, you can take it."

"However, one of the items is very important, so please return it."

Kuan'er hugged the robe tightly.

Chen Zican couldn't help but curse: Master, I got this money by defrauding you based on my ability.

It's not yours, it's really generous to others.

But he asked: "What does Brother Heming want?"

Wang Heming looked at the sky. It was dark early in the mountains and the sun had already set.

The breeze blows, the jujube forest rustles, and there is a slight chill.

He cupped his hands and said, "Brother Zican, I still have some things to do. You can't walk at night in this mountain."

"You were injured again. Since you and I have hit it off, how about you let me be your host and have a drink with you tonight?"

Chen Zican was stunned and speechless, and Wang Heming took his arm and left without waiting for him to answer.

The men in black immediately scattered in all directions and disappeared into the shadows of the grass and trees in an instant.

Only two teenage boys, carrying burdens, followed behind.

Chen Zican secretly admired: "They all say that robbers are rabble-rousers, but I didn't expect them to be so well-trained!"

"This handsome guy is not simple..."

Wang Heming took them straight to the ancestral hall. The two boys took out their belongings and went in to clean up the house without waiting for instructions.

Wang Heming warned: "I'll rest here tonight. The distinguished guests are here. Please keep it clean."

Chen Zican saw him standing at the door with his hands behind his back, dazed.

After a long time, he sighed: "Zi Can knows why this village was abandoned?"

Chen Zican shook his head.

"This was massacred by the troops sent by the Manchu chief Lekedehun. There were one hundred and thirty-two people in the village, and no one survived!"

"Oh--"

Chen Zican had expected this a long time ago: "But, I think there are probably thousands of unknown graves on the hillside, right?"

Wang Heming said slowly: "One thousand, six hundred and seventy-five, I had people bury them all."

Chen Zican was shocked: "Then, what are the others?"

"The others are all women."

"Women from good families kidnapped from the south of the Yangtze River. Most of them are seventeen or eighteen years old."

"Some, um, about the same age as this girl..."

Both Chen Zican and Kuan'er couldn't help but exclaimed, and Kuan'er asked: "Why?..."

Wang Heming turned around and looked at them with deep eyes.

"Because, there was a girl who stabbed Niulu Zhangjing to death with a dagger in this ancestral hall."

"You should have a chivalrous heart and pity the weak, and dare to treat the strange young man in the world?" Chen Zican blurted out.

Wang Heming was shocked, took a deep look at Chen Zican, and nodded.

At this time, the inside had been cleaned. Wang Heming walked in, looked at the inscription on the wall with his hands behind his hands, and was speechless for a long time.

Chen Zican stood behind him and felt that the entire world seemed to be filled with endless grief, anger, sorrow, and sorrow.

Every word on the wall is dripping like blood and sharp as a knife...

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Heming lowered his head, wiped the corners of his eyes, and took out a handful of sandalwood from the box.

Although the old altar table was still leaning against the wall, it had been wiped clean.

However, the iron incense burner was too shriveled to look like.

Now thinking about the power of Monk Tong's palm, Chen Zican couldn't help but secretly sighed.

Wang Heming was stunned for a moment, then took out another celadon brush washer from the box, collected some soil at the door, and placed it squarely on the altar table.

The two boys were also busy taking out several fruits from the picked burdens, placing them on wooden plates...

Watching Wang Heming light the sandalwood, clasping his hands together, he finished praying silently.

Chen Zican suddenly asked: "Can I also borrow flowers to offer to the Buddha and put incense sticks for this strange woman?"

Wang Heming glanced at him and took out a few more sticks of incense.

"I want it too, I, I also want to burn incense for Sister Suyin!" Kou'er suddenly shouted.

She was so frightened that she dared not speak all afternoon.

Chen Zican was startled when he suddenly made a sound.

Wang Heming looked at Kuan'er with red eyes and handed over a few sticks of incense.

"Little girl, how do you know her name? Are you literate?"

Kuan'er's face turned red again when he looked at his handsome and angry look.

He pinched the corner of his clothes with his fingers: "Master, he told me what was written on the wall."

"I, I think this sister Suyin is so amazing. She can write poems, she's courageous, and she's definitely beautiful."

"Kou'er, I wish I were as good as her!

The young master said that it was all the dirty and incompetent men in the world that caused women like Sister Suyin to suffer this misfortune. "

"Well, Kuo'er's mother was also killed by officials - oh, Qing soldiers..."

Seeing her incoherence, Chen Zican couldn't help but shake his head and quickly pulled her to burn incense.

Over there, Wang Heming took out a pure mud inkstone, filled it with water, and slowly polished half of the ink stick, as if in deep thought.

After a while, he stood up, took a large rabbit-hair pen, dipped it fully in ink, walked to the wall, and read Wang Suyin's last calligraphy from top to bottom.

After reading, I took the sleeves of my robe and brushed them, and a line of sharp cursive lines meandered down...

Chen Zican read:

The clouds of fire burned up the mountains and rivers of Chu,

He also borrowed a string from Chu Ge.

After dancing, the green front flies into the red rain,

Frost flowers are as cold as sword flowers!

After finishing writing in one breath, Wang Heming glanced at the few lines of ink that stood side by side with the fatal poem, let out a long sigh, and threw the pen to the ground.

He shouted: "Serve the sword and warm the wine."

When Chen Zican was learning deception, he heard his master talk about some antique knowledge, including calligraphy and painting.

Although he can't write himself, his taste is still good.

Seeing the dragons and snakes flying all over the wall, and the graceful yet majestic handwriting, I couldn't help but admire: "These lines of poetry are like blood, and they have the flavor of Yishui's tragic song!"

"The poems are good, and so are the words!"

"Brother Wang, I see that you and Sister Suyin have different fonts and different temperaments."

"But the underlying writing style is quite similar."

Wang Heming said "Oh?" in surprise.

Nodding: "Brother Zican really has good eyesight, I admire him!"

After being stunned for a while, he said quietly: "Suyin is my little sister's maiden name."

"Her calligraphy was originally taught by me..."

Chen Zican and Kou'er both jumped up with "Ah——" sounds.

"You, are you the elder brother of this sister Suyin?"

At this time, two children placed a folding table and brought three futons.

Wang Heming smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to signal them to sit down, and asked Tong Er to serve tea.

Then he slowly said: "There is an eight-year age difference between our siblings. When we were young, she always pestered my brother."

"Suyin was smart and precocious. I studied and practiced calligraphy in the school during the day, and when I came back in the evening, I would teach her what I was learning.

"By the age of eight or nine, she was able to write essays and write poems well. She often made me, my brother, feel inferior."

Having said this, a faint smile appeared on Wang Heming's lips: "I traveled with my father when I was sixteen."

"My father served as magistrate of Yunyang County for three years. At that time, the world was in chaos and the smoke was everywhere...