ten steps one kill

There is no dust-free water in the world. Water comes from the sky to the human world. The clear waves often contain mud and sand, and the surging waves often contain filth. The so-called rivers and lakes have never been isolated pure lands.

The same is true for people in the rivers and lakes, who are either not satisfied with the ordinary, or dissatisfied with the morals of the world, so they plunge into the world of mortals. Throughout the ages, how many people have set out with chivalrous ideals, just like the clear stream at the source of a mountain, free and easy, free and easy. However, in the tortuous and turbulent Vanity Fair ahead, the turbulence is gradually slowing down, the raging waves are gradually subsiding, or drying up into a ditch, or accumulating into a pool, with sediment deposits and rotten things. The once lonely and superb scenery has also become The most mediocre scene in the world.

The mediocre man taunts the unrepentant fool by disguising mediocrity as wisdom.

An Guangsha is a vivid example.

He has become famous since he was a child, with superb martial arts, wisdom and courage, even the elders who are twice his age are courteous to him.The people of Xiling Village never imagined that one day, the young village owner whom they were proud of would become a fool who was ridiculed by others.

For the Jianghu people whose reputation is more important than their lives, this is really an unbearable humiliation.

The incident happened at the wonton shop on the side of the street. The people in Xiling Village had just sat down. They didn't wait for the wontons, but they waited for a group of unkind people. They were the people of Yingzhou Island, who spontaneously gathered together.

Many of the common people don't know martial arts masters, and don't care about the outcome of the arena, but the accusation of treason, ,, country and collaborating with the enemy spreads faster than anything else.In their eyes, Xiling Village is already a group of criminal mobs.

This group of mobs came to Yingzhou Island, and they have been carefully avoiding people's eyes and ears for the past few days, even eating and sleeping in the open, avoiding the crowd far away, for fear of causing unnecessary troubles.Today, An Guangsha won the ring, and finally cleared away the grievances and depression of the past few days. Everyone wanted to celebrate, but they didn't dare to go to the restaurant to make a statement, so they found a wonton shop on the side of the street, but they didn't expect to see the wonton shop. There's no room for them here either.

"Don't you sit in our town and dirty our land!"

The besieging people chattered in unison, swearing and swearing mixed in, each sentence was more unpleasant than each sentence, as if they were pouring fire into the depths of their ears.

But An Guangsha didn't get angry, just put down his chopsticks, and calmly ordered: "Everyone stand up with me."

The people in Xiling village followed his example, put down their bowls and chopsticks, and stood up in unison.

An old couple opened the wonton shop. Hearing the commotion outside, they poked their heads out of the kitchen with hesitation on their faces.The hot soup with added salt is still boiling in the pot, and I don't know whether it should be served or not.

The abuse outside continued: "You killed so many people, you don't deserve to eat our wontons, no matter how much you pay, they won't sell them to you, and no store will sell them to you!"

An Guangsha was silent for a moment, and then ordered again: "Everyone follow me to leave."

The people of Xiling Village followed An Guangsha, lined up, and exited the door in unison.

The sun was just right outside the door, but the faces of the Xiling Villagers were cloudy.

Although everyone obeys the young master's order, not everyone can swallow such humiliation.For example, Zhang Duyan, although he exited the shop with the back of the team, he couldn't help but turned around, pointed his index finger at a group of people, and retorted loudly: "Although we were plotted against by others, we were dumb, but we never did anything. We have been stationed in southern Xinjiang for generations, no matter how hard it is, we have never asked for a penny in return. Before you fell into trouble, did you touch your own conscience?"

As soon as Zhang Duyan's hoarse voice fell, several people immediately raised their heads, their eyes were like torches, and they were always ready to step forward to support.

An Guangsha raised his hand and pressed Zhang Duyan's shoulder to stop him from continuing.

Then he did something that even his companions hadn't thought of.

He walked to the corner of the chaiyuan, leaned over and picked up an empty bucket from the wall, then walked around to the well not far from the wonton shop, fetched a bucket of water from the well with his own hands, and carried it a few feet away. Put it in front of your companions.

The cold well water was rippling in the bucket, and some of the overflow splashed on the ground.

He took out a coarse cloth bag from his luggage, opened it and spread it beside the bucket, saying: "There are still a few buns here, please fill your stomachs first."

After several days of storage, the buns were dry and hard, and some of them were crushed and broken.

Zhang Duyan gritted his teeth, and was about to crush his teeth in his mouth.However, he did not have an attack after all, but slowly bent down by the bucket, scooped up a pot of water, took another piece of broken cake, dipped it in cold water, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The rest of the people did the same, standing in a row outside the steaming wonton shop, eating hard buns soaked in cold water bite by bite.

People in Xiling Village are not fools, and no one wants to suffer such humiliation. The reason why they did this is because they know that An Guangsha is the most tired and toilsome among them, but since last night, he has Didn't eat a bite, didn't drink a sip of water.

They don't want to be let down by others, but they don't want to let them down either.So even if it is the grievance of soaking the hard bun in cold water, they have to swallow it in their stomachs.

They ate hard steamed buns soaked in cold water, but they also showed the aura of being vigorous and united.

Amidst the suppressed chewing sound, the cursing stopped unexpectedly.

In fact, this well was also dug by all the people in the town, so it shouldn't be defiled by sinners.But when everyone saw such a scene, they couldn't bear to say harsh words anymore.People looked at each other in blank dismay, with doubts in their eyes - are such a group of men who are submissive and bear the burden of humiliation really heinous sinners?

There was a squeak in the silence, and it was the old door of the wonton shop opened.

The old shop manager of the wonton shop walked slowly in front of An Guangsha, held up a greased paper bag with trembling hands, handed it to the other party, and said, "This is my own lunch, I'll give it to you guys to eat."

Inside the oiled paper bag was An Guangsha's favorite meat bun, lightly toasted with fire, the skin was crispy and tender, with a rustic noodle and oily aroma, making it mouth-watering.

But An Guangsha shook his head without hesitation: "Thank you, I can't accept it."

Zhang Duyan finally ignored patience, swallowed the last mouthful of hard bun, stepped forward quickly, and asked, "Young master, what are you going to do?"

An Guangsha turned to him, and said calmly: "Xiling Village is guilty, and it's my fault that I can't guard it alone. Since I'm lucky enough to return to the rivers and lakes, I should atone for the crimes of Xiling Village and return my brothers' innocence."

Zhang Duyan widened one eye, spread his hands and said, "How are you going to make amends? Don't tell me you haven't helped enough people?"

"Not enough." An Guangsha replied, turning his head at the same time, looking around the crowd slowly, "If you have any difficulties, I will try my best to help you. I just hope you don't misunderstand my companions, Xiling Village only exists for chivalry , have never had the intention of treason and collaborating with the enemy, never before, and never will in the future."

The crowd was in an uproar.

At this time, someone stood up: "An Shaoxia, since you are so powerful, can you help me?"

The person who came was a middle-aged man, well-dressed, but his face was unforgettable.

Because his face is crooked.

His two eyebrows are uneven, the bridge of his nose is also tilted to the left, and the left corner of his mouth is pulled up, as if there is a sneer on his face, as if he is always mocking others.But when he looked at people, he still rolled his eyes, and there was undisguised banter and contempt in his eyes, which made people even more unpleasant.

There was a murmur in the crowd: "Isn't this Sun Manzi? What a big face."

This name doesn't seem like a good deal at first glance, even the people in Xiling Village couldn't help but exchanged glances one after another.

An Guangsha was still calm and composed, as if he didn't care about the other person's appearance and attitude at all, but he treated all future visitors equally, and clasped his fists and said, "May I ask you what's the problem?"

Sun Laizi moved his crooked lips, and replied: "To tell you the truth, I also practiced kung fu, but I suffered an internal injury a few months ago, and since then I have lost most of my kung fu. Everyone says that An Shaoxia is young and promising, and has martial arts skills. Extraordinary, can you please spend a little bit of energy to help me heal my wounds."

These words really caused an uproar.Anyone who has a little knowledge of martial arts understands that internal injuries are the most troublesome of all injuries. When the injury is deep enough, it is difficult to recover with medical treatment alone. It is necessary to use external force to reorganize the meridians and qi.And those who are borrowed will inevitably damage their own cultivation and pay the price, all harm and no benefit.Therefore, unless the friendship is deep, ordinary people will never help easily.

This unknown little man in front of him actually asked the head of the Xiling village to heal his wounds.

Even the old store manager of the Wonton Shop couldn't stand it anymore, stepped forward to stop An Guangsheng, and said, "Young man, don't be fooled by him, this guy picks quarrels and troubles, bullies the elderly, and calls the passing sword master of Zhujian Village I learned a lesson and deserved to be injured.”

When Zhang Laizi heard this, his slanted mouth became even more slanted: "I am wronged, I had some misunderstandings with the old man, but it has been resolved long ago, but the sword master attacked me indiscriminately, and I suffered innocently. .An Daxia, haven't you always spoken out with righteousness? I have suffered from internal injuries, and I will no longer be able to do heavy work. My family has lost their way of life. How can I eat in the future? My daughter is still young, so you can't just watch me give her away Sell ​​it for money..."

An Guangsha was silent for a moment, and said, "I can help you."

Zhang Laizi was taken aback, then grinned, gave a "hehe" smile, and stretched out his hand to An Guangsha unceremoniously.

The two sat on the ground, An Guangxia gathered his energy and put his palms against his shoulders. After a while, a puff of green smoke rose from the bottom of his palms, and bursts of hot air hit his shoulder blades. Look, I saw that An Guangsha's brows were furrowed, his forehead was sweating, and his palms were trembling slightly, as if he was in great pain.And the internal force from the opponent's palm flowed into his meridians unreservedly like a spring.

The rest of the people watched quietly, and no one dared to disturb An Guangsha's concentration.

After a stick of incense passed, An Guangsha finally closed his palm, took a deep breath, and announced in a slightly hoarse voice: "It's done."

Zhang Laizi woke up like a dream, and slowly raised his hands to touch his face.

The crooked mouth returned to its original position, and the bridge of the nose was brought back to a straight line. He moved his hands away from his face, and then moved his five fingers. He felt that his palms were full of strength, as if even a stone could be crushed.

He was overjoyed, looked at his palm and murmured: "I'm fine, my internal injury is healed! I'll go back and tell my wife, and see if she dares to call me a wimp again." He ran home without even saying a word of thanks.Island; Xi; alone; home.

An Guangsha was the only one left, standing up silently, brushing the dust off his back.

His face was much paler than before.

But he looked around, and said again: "If you have any difficulties, you can tell them. As the head of the Xiling Village, An will definitely set an example and do his best to help."

Another middle-aged woman stepped out of the crowd.

The woman was dressed in plain white, with a black forehead band around her head, apparently in mourning.

She was much more polite than the lame Zhang, bowed in front of An Guangsha, and said: "The little girl's surname is Li, her husband died more than a year ago, and now she is a widow."

An Guangsha also bowed in return, and said, "What is Mrs. Li's order?"

Widow Li lowered her head and said: "Who dares to do what you say, it's just a ruthless request. My husband is a craftsman. When he married me, he made a bracelet for me with his own hands. Once when I was walking alone at night, I suddenly remembered I couldn't stop the feeling of longing for him, so I took off the bracelet to play with it, but I didn't let it go. I saw it rolling down the cliff... The cliff is dangerous, I can't go down by myself, and there is no one to ask for help, so I can only let my husband's relics rest at the bottom of the cliff, and my heart has been restless..."

Before she could finish speaking, An Guangsha said, "Please show me a way, and I'll help you get it back."

Widow Li raised her head, with joy in her wide-open eyes, she said, "It's just beside Huichuan, not far from here, it won't take too much effort, but..." She lowered her head and her voice became softer as she spoke. Many, "It's just that the place is a little... messy..."

"It's okay," An Guangsha comforted her, "You take me there."

Following the guidance of Widow Li, a group of people came to a zigzag path beside Huichuan. There was an obvious bend in the river, and the tidal flat at the corner was silted up all the year round, forming a half-acre shoal. It was also washed here, wrapped in the corpses of some dead fish and shrimps, together with the waste discarded by passers-by on the shore, and even the swill dumped by some people... A lot of dirt is mixed, wrapped in the sand, and rotted and then flooded. With a pungent fishy smell.

"The bracelet probably fell from here." Widow Li pointed her finger up.

An Guangsha glanced at the bottom of the cliff, but did not see any traces of bright objects, and instead asked, "How long ago did you lose the bracelet?"

"I don't remember exactly. About a month ago."

He nodded in response, stroked his fingers slightly in front of his eyes, and said, "I'll go down and look for it."

All the people in Xiling village showed surprise, Brother Shui blocked his way and said, "Young master, let me go for you."

"No need," An Guangsha shook his head, "I'll just go."

"but……"

Before the words finished, An Guangsha had already left.The cliff was at least four to five feet high from the bottom of the river. He grabbed the raised rocks, performed lightness kung fu, and quickly jumped into the shallows.

The sound of muddy and wet footsteps came from the bottom of the cliff, and each sound was extremely heavy. Looking from a high place, I saw his shadow bent over, rummaging through the stinking mud, raised his hand, and When it fell, the neat clothes were quickly splashed and dirty.

Brother Shui's usually resolute face showed a fragile expression, he covered his eyes, and couldn't bear to look any longer.

Widow Zhao also showed shame, knelt down on the edge of the cliff slowly, poking her head out of the cliff, watching his every move.

After an unknown amount of time, An Guangsha finally raised his head and said loudly, "I found it!"

He climbed back to the cliff along the way he came, but before his figure was revealed, a stench rose.The people onlookers, smelling this smell, retreated one after another. Only Widow Zhao was still standing there, looking forward to it.

An Guangsha came back, and compared with just now, he seemed to have changed his appearance. Sticky black dirt stuck to his hair, neckline, and even got into his nails. His body was worse than that of a beggar bad smell.

He also showed a bit of apology, raised his hand and passed the bracelet far away, and said: "Go get a bucket of water, wash it, and put it away."

When Widow Li saw the long-lost token, she burst into tears on the spot: "Although this bracelet is not valuable, it is a priceless gift from my husband. I really don't know how to repay you."

"No thanks," An Guangxia said, "As the head of Xiling Village, this is what I should do."

"I remember, I will always remember it in my heart..." Widow Li bowed again and again before turning around holding the bracelet, her eyes filled with tears.

An Guangsha watched the back of Widow Li go away, her expression remained calm as usual.

Whether others are using him, taking advantage of him, or sincerely asking for him, thanking him, he will treat him equally and help without reservation.

No matter whether he looks clean and decent, or dirty and smelly, there is no arrogance or humbleness in his expression.

Sewage dripped from the uppers of his shoes, hair, sleeves, and cuffs, forming a quagmire at the bottom of his feet.

At the feet of the people in Xiling Village, there were also some things dripping and gathering, but they were clear and warm tears.

Seeing his companion's tears, An Guangsha smiled and said, "Why are you so sad?"

As soon as he spoke, everyone's tears became more intense, and Zhang Duyan cried loudly: "Master Young Master, ask yourself, none of us can bear the grievance today, but you have to bear it. Even if you don't blame us, We know how to be ashamed ourselves."

An Guangsha lowered his face, suppressed his smile, and ordered in his usual stern voice: "Everyone, raise your heads."

The crowd had no choice but to raise their heads, and some of them had just stopped their tears, looking towards the opposite side with tearful eyes, and saw their young master's description of being destitute and embarrassing like a beggar, their eyes were sour again, and tears flowed down the gully of their cheeks.

However, An Guangsha insisted on asking his compatriots to look at him. He exchanged glances with everyone carefully before saying, "Don't be ashamed. The last thing Xilingzhai people need is shame. Just remember that you are not wrong, so you should be ashamed." You can be patient, you can be humiliated, but never bow your head and underestimate yourself."

Everyone was silent, only Zhang Duyan stretched his neck and argued: "But you have suffered a lot of grievances, and others don't care or believe it. Why should we be treated as donkey livers and lungs when we have good intentions?" Pointing to the crowd in the distance, "If you don't believe me, look at their faces."

An Guangsha originally turned his back to the crowd, but when he saw his companion's hint, he turned his head.I saw that the onlookers avoided him from a distance, pinched their noses, lowered their heads, and pretended to be afraid of dirt and smell, so as to cover up the shame on their faces.They will never admit that although they are clean, they are under the light of a dirty and smelly person.

An Guangsha withdrew his gaze, and instead of answering Zhang Duyan's question immediately, he remained silent.

It's not that he doesn't want to answer, but he can't answer it. He has been asking himself this question for 20 years. Every time someone leaves Xilingzhai unbearably hard and hard, he looks at the back of that person and asks in his heart. myself once.It's a pity that he asked many times, but he still hasn't found the answer.

The world is not an arena for martial arts competitions, the rules are all around, and the outcome will be seen when you make a move.The world is very chaotic and unreasonable. Although it is vast and boundless, it still makes many people have nowhere to go. Although it is bustling and lively, it still makes many people feel lonely.Perhaps its foundation is a piece of darkness and emptiness. Everyone is born on this dark curtain, or holding ideals and ambitions, or holding greed, anger, and ignorance, just like holding colorful pens and inks, and writing books. Paint to your liking.Your pen seems to be free and unrestrained, but no matter how hard you sway, the light you leave behind is like a shooting star in the sky, small and short-lived, at most it only shines for a moment, and then returns to silence.

Seeing the truth of the world is a painful thing, and what is even more painful is that you have already seen it clearly, but you still have to hold your pen and ink, try your best to shine, and illuminate more beings who are imprisoned by darkness and at a loss.

There are tens of thousands of Ande Guangsha, sheltering the world with joy.

He was born in southern Xinjiang, and when he landed, he was expected to protect this land with his life, just like protecting the most loved person in his life.He accepted this hope and sacrificed his life without complaint or regret, but he was most afraid of being wronged by his heart and his ideals would be shattered, because he knew that the hotter the flame burned, the deeper the ashes would pile up after the flame was extinguished .

His life is not long, and he may bid farewell to this world soon, but he can't tell this secret. He just wants to leave a handful of enthusiasm and a healthy reputation for the poor under the eaves before his body is wiped out.

But his light is too small, his strength is too weak, how can he shake an era and prop up a country with only his shoulders.

Zhang Duyan's single eye was still staring at him firmly, hoping for his answer.

Dark clouds floated over his head, like a vortex that suddenly spread, sucking away the light around him. Standing in the sudden shadow, he felt more at a loss than ever before.

But when a gust of wind blew across the willow slope, the vegetation on the slope lowered their heads one after another, and the clouds above their heads seemed to hide their tails together.The sky suddenly brightened, and a voice sounded from a distance.

"I believe that Xilingzhai did not do any evil, let alone colluded with the enemy and the country."

It's a loud voice.

Although the voice was loud, it was not rough, on the contrary, it was like a bell fluttering in the wind, crisp and full of vitality.

It was a woman's voice.

He turned around: "Are you...?"

"Dongfengtang, Mu Xue," the woman clasped her fists in salute to him, "Thanks for your help in the ring yesterday."

An Guangsha remembered her appearance, she was the woman who was entangled by treacherous tricks by the three messy luthiers of the Bloody Gang.

Mu Xue stood out from far to near, even Zhang Duyan opened his eyes wide and stared at her blankly.

Zhang Duyan has never married a daughter-in-law, because his house is too dirty and messy to please girls, so he knows that girls are always afraid of dirt and hate smells the most.

But Mu Xue walked straight in front of An Guangsha, and stopped a step away, as if she didn't smell the dirty and smelly smell on the other person at all.

Based on this alone, Mu Xue is already an extraordinary woman, and what she said next was even more unexpected by the people in Xiling Village.

She looked around at everyone, and then said: "Everyone, I just bought that wonton shop, and the money has already been paid. If you don't mind, why don't you go sit down and eat some bowls of wontons?" .”

Everyone in Xiling Village showed surprise on their faces, but no one moved their feet.Seeing that they were still standing where they were, Mu Xue said, "I am in charge of entertaining the guests, whoever dares to disagree, I will argue with him."

Everyone in Xiling village looked at each other, but still no one moved.

Mu Xue was stunned, and suddenly came to her senses, she turned to An Guangsha, and said, "It seems that my words won't work, but you, the head of the family, have to agree."

An Guangsha met her eyes, was silent for a moment, then turned around and said, "Let's go, everyone."

A group of hungry people, like a runaway horse, galloped in the direction of the wonton shop as soon as they gave an order.

The onlookers saw it in their eyes, and some people tried to stop them with fierce looks, but Mu Xue stared back one by one, and no one made a sound in the end.

Mu Xue walked up to the clerk who opened the cloth shop again, took out a shining silver ingot from his arms, and pressed it into the other's hand: "Please trouble me, take my friend to take a bath, and then buy a suit for him." Brand new clothes."

The guy seemed to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, with a submissive expression, looking around all the time, at this moment he suddenly held a whole silver ingot, and even his voice trembled: "Use...it won't cost so much money."

Mu Xue smiled and said, "Is that so? But I didn't bring any broken silver with me for a while, why don't you keep the extra money for yourself."

"Okay, okay, no problem." The guy nodded his head.

Satisfied, Mu Xue returned to An Guangsha's side and said, "An Shaoxia, let him go."

"I appreciate the girl's kindness, but..."

"Don't shirk it. Although I don't mind, but if you stand in front of me like this all the time, others will say that you are frivolous and neglectful, and I can't keep my face."

An Guangsha showed shame, finally nodded and said: "I understand, please wait a moment, miss."

Mu Xue went with the two of them, and waited at the door of Buxing, she didn't care much when she heard some gossip and gossip, she just lowered her head and sharpened the two Emei thorns.An Guangsha's movements were also very fast, it took only a bowl of wontons, and when he stepped out of the store, he was the neat young master again.

All the people in Xiling village were also full, and they looked at the door of Buxing together with Mu Xue, but when he appeared, they picked up the bowl and lowered their heads, as if they were going to swallow with a gurgling sound. Sobbing.

Only Mu Xue beckoned to him, wearing a water-blue dress, she was extraordinarily energetic.

An Guangsha only felt a surge of heat in his chest, and immediately strode forward, bowed deeply and said: "Ms. Mu is sending charcoal in a timely manner, and An really doesn't know how to repay her."

Mu Xue said: "Our hall master is thirsty for talents, if An Shaoxia doesn't mind, why not take all brothers to sit with me in Dongfeng hall."

An Guangsha was startled, and quickly replied: "Thanks to Hall Master Song for his favor, but although Xiling Village is down and down, it doesn't mean to rely on others. I hope the girl will forgive me."

Mu Xue didn't show any surprise, but just shrugged and said, "I've already guessed your answer, you have to rely on your own ability to win the martial arts competition, get the Moxie Sword, and justify the name of Xiling Village, right?"

"Yes." An Guangsha answered frankly.

But Mu Xue frowned, and suddenly leaned in front of An Guangsha, lowering her voice deliberately: "In that case, let me tell you something."

"what news?"

"The Moxie sword was stolen."

A few simple words made An Guangsha lose his composure for the first time. He wrote the word "shock" clearly on his face, and asked, "When did this happen?"

Mu Xue glanced at Tianguang and said, "About two hours ago."

"Have you found out who stole it?"

Mu Xue just shook her head: "Jianzhuzhuang has always been heavily guarded, and the Zhengrong Pavilion where the sword is hidden is even more impenetrable. It is not easy for outsiders to get close, let alone get away after stealing the sword."

An Guangsha frowned: "You mean..."

Mu Xue just sighed, and said: "I don't want to speculate wildly, it's just about stealing the sword, which is related to the progress of the martial arts conference. It stands to reason that the three families should work together to find the famous sword as soon as possible, so that the matter can be settled, but Yan Yuehua did not. He quickly blocked the news and didn't want others to know about it. Dongfengtang only learned about it after inquiring. I think Zhuang Zhu's thinking must be more complicated than you expected."

An Guangsha smiled wryly and said, "It's always been like this in the world."

Mu Xue's tone was full of enthusiasm: "Perhaps so, but Dongfengtang has always valued the virtuous, and the head of Song is also a commoner in southern Xinjiang, and he understands the sufferings of the people in the frontier better than others. He has always praised the achievements of Xiling Village. I also believe that you are definitely not villains collaborating with the enemy and rebelling against the country, so I was ordered to help."

An Guangsha was startled, then nodded and said, "Ms. Mu is willing to tell the truth about such an important news. I am very grateful. But Xiling Village has no plans to form an alliance with Dongfengtang."

When Mu Xue heard such a straightforward refusal, she was also surprised: "Why? The current situation is unpredictable, and we should join hands to advance together. I would like to use my reputation to guarantee that Dongfengtang will never neglect the brothers in Xiling Village."

What a generous invitation, what a solemn promise.

An Guangsha couldn't help staring carefully at the woman opposite her. Her brows and eyes without rouge were dull, but she revealed her undisguised sincerity. There are many beautiful women in the world, just like the flowers on the side of the road. The one in front of me stands out among the flowers, stretching her ambition with an unbeautiful posture, as if she wants to poke a hole in the sky with a branch.

An Guangxia looked at her with a bit of respect in his eyes, looking extraordinarily solemn.

Because of this, the way he shakes his head is also particularly chilling.

"Sorry, I'm afraid I will disappoint the girl's good intentions."

Mu Xue looked at him, and after a long time, finally sighed, and said, "It seems that my words are still not enough to convince you."

"It's not the girl's fault," An Guangxia said, "Xiling Village has been discredited, you better not get too involved with me."

Mu Xue's expression also changed slightly, the raised eyebrows showed a bit of surprise, but she quickly hid them again.When she spoke again, her tone had become polite and distant: "Then take care."

"You too." An Guangsha said.

Mu Xue nodded, turned around and left, An Guangsha watched her back, saw that she deliberately straightened her shoulders, but still couldn't hide her slender figure.

An impulse came out of nowhere, he chased a few steps forward, and said, "Miss Mu, you said Zhujianzhuang didn't want the news to leak out, but how did Hall Master Song find out? You trust him so much , but have you ever wondered why he deliberately probed?"

Mu Xue turned her head and opened her eyes wide, full of surprise.

An Guangsha immediately leaned over and said, "Sorry, I was the one who made a slip of the tongue."

Mu Xue didn't answer, nor did she get angry, she just pursed her lips and looked at the other party motionlessly.

Her expression made An Guangsha's heart tingle suddenly. He stared at the person in front of him, but many familiar shadows flashed in his eyes. He is regarded as a foreigner with siblings.

They all once believed in some things, as if they had found their way on a stormy sea.However, An Guangsha now finally understands that it is not difficult to believe firmly. What is really difficult is doubt, silence, and seeing the long shadows behind every dazzling light.

An Guangsha swallowed a lot of words back to his throat, just cupped his fists and said: "Today I am not thanking Hall Master Song, but you."

Mu Xue seemed to be hit by arrow clusters one after another, showing surprise again.

However, An Guangsha turned around and walked towards his companion.

There are so many different ways in the world.

In the wonton shop, the bamboo curtain hanging by the door was burnt yellow by the oily smoke, half-rolled as if tired, and hot white air came out from the gap of the bamboo curtain, reminding him of the four seasons of Xiling Mountain for no reason. In the middle of the day, there is always a round of mist lingering between the shadows of the trees on the top of the mountain.

In the mist, his companions raised their heads one after another, waiting for his return.

The bowl he picked up deliberately to cover up, and the exaggerated swallowing sound sounded so fake and stupid, but it made him feel very kind and he couldn't bear it.

Xiling Village was burned down, and the place where these people are now has become his destination.Even if they wander around the world, their shadows will always be wrapped in the breath of their hometown.

This breath, which seems to be true or false, has become what he believes in.

He opened the bamboo curtain, sat down at the half-worn square table, and immediately a pair of bowls and chopsticks were placed in front of him.

"Less be the head of the house, eat wontons, just hot."

Rough clay bowls, chopsticks of uneven length.

He only felt a bit sore at the base of his nose, and suddenly understood the meaning of those companions serving the bowl just now, he also picked up the clay bowl, and poured the soup with a layer of grease down his throat, the soreness was finally replaced by a cavity of warmth.

"It tastes good." He nodded, then turned to the person who brought him the wonton, and asked, "Brother Shui, hasn't Ah Sheng come back yet?"

"No," Brother Shui replied, "He said he went to find out the news, and he has been there for two or three hours. He said he would be back before sunset."

"Okay, after he comes back, let's find a place to live, and let everyone stop sleeping in the open tonight."

"It's okay, brothers have been used to it for a long time." Even so, Brother Shui still had a look of joy on his face.

As soon as the two finished speaking, they heard footsteps coming from the back kitchen. It was the old couple who opened the wonton shop with their aprons still hanging on their bodies. He stopped, and said: "Heroes can live here with me. My yard is very empty. Although the rooms are simple and simple, but with a layer of straw mats, it is not a problem to sleep twenty or thirty people."

An Guangsha was startled, and immediately stood up, giving way, "How dare you accept such kindness."

"Small things are all small things," the old store manager muttered, took his wife's hand, and fell to his knees in his shop with a plop, "What we want you to do is the real big thing. Be sure to agree."

An Guangsha was shocked again, and hurriedly leaned over to help the old man's shoulder: "You can just say it, there is no need to perform such a big gift, the younger generation deserves it."

The old store manager insisted on kneeling, and muttered in his mouth: "You are worthy, you are worthy, I have seen your righteous deeds today, I think... I think, can you please save my unworthy son."

"May I ask where your son is?"

Before the old man could speak, a resonant and upright voice came from the door: "I know where he is."

It was Feng Guangsheng who spoke.

Two hours ago, Zhujianzhuang saw another scene.

Zhujianzhuang is located on the top of Yingzhou Island, built around the Zhengrong Pavilion, because the terrain is too high, even the tides have disappeared, and the village is often extremely quiet, so quiet that it seems that no one is living.The towering Zhengrong Pavilion covers the top of the head, the cornices are like dragon spines, and the tiles are like clear waves, which make the surrounding buildings pale in comparison.As the day passed, the shadow dragged longer, like a sword inserted obliquely into the courtyard, enveloping all things without explanation, magnificent and majestic, solemn and solemn, silently examining every soul walking in it.

From the shadow of Jiange, several people slowly walked out.

The one walking in the front was Yan Yuehua, with a dignified expression and hurried steps, followed by a line of guards with swords and armor, each of them lowered their heads and remained silent.The last one was Maid Lan