Heaven is fearless

After the Yan family escaped from the capital, they nestled in the countryside and lived an ordinary life. However, they have worked in the Yan Mansion for so many years, after all, they have a lot of savings, plus those that Mrs. Yan asked the old lady to bring back to raise Yan Wuzheng The wealth is enough for them to live a comfortable life as a country gentleman in the countryside.

It's a pity that no matter how much money they have, they can't help Yan Erlang's excessive gambling.

In less than half a year, they fell from having a lot of money to being destitute. After searching around for a little property, Yan Erlang turned his eyes to the sleeping Yan Wujiu.

——If you can sell this young master Yan who escaped from the sky to the government... No, you can't sell it to the government, then you will plant your own family in it, why not sell it to people's teeth, such fine skin, tender meat and good-looking Children, even young boys, some people are willing to want, and they can be sold for a lot of money.

Fearing that his wife would hinder him, he fed the child soup mixed with drugs, and secretly carried the child out when the night was dark. Unexpectedly, the swallow mother has been very vigilant since she lost a child, and woke up in a daze at night. Touching the side of the bed, but unable to touch the small body, I woke up suddenly.

She caught up with Yan Erlang by the high tide river after the rain, grabbed Yan Wujuu during the dispute, and pushed Yan Erlang into the river.

The man who fell into the river struggled and waved for help, the woman's face was pale, she was holding the child and staring at him, her body was motionless, Yan Duotang saw this scene from a distance, and when she got close, there was no sound in the river .

Yan polysaccharide did not make a sound.

She watched her mother return home with her drowsy younger brother in her arms, and followed them not too far away, closing the door for the dazed mother.

None of them mentioned what happened that day. The body of Yan Erlang was fished up from the river the next day. They cried hoarsely on the cold body, as if it was just a tragedy caused by accident and carelessness.

Since then, Mother Yan has often lost her mind. The family moved out of this place and returned to the only capital they are familiar with.

The story told by Fan Xing is very brief, and he can tell the whole paragraph in a few sentences, but he opened his eyes wide: "This Mrs. Yan killed her husband?"

Busheng's own life experience is even more bizarre than this. His parents conspired against each other to plot each other's lives. It's a big drama to say it, but these things should not be known. As for whether Busheng knows...

The little child looked up with a childish face, and his body imprisoned by time also looked young and soft. He seemed to have never experienced the suffering of being tortured, and he still had an innocent and gentle expression.

"Although it was to save people, I did kill my husband by mistake. From a legal point of view, this kind of merit does not seem to be able to offset the evil consequences of killing..." Busheng said sternly, "And the child is not her own, why is she so excited? ?”

Fanxing's heart moved.

Ah, here we come.

This question clearly shows a sense of detachment that is not unreasonable.

Fan Xing pondered for a while, and found that there was no way to explain the mystery in words, so he could only generalize: "Because she is a mother."

The doubts in Busheng's eyes were even worse: "But the child was not born by her, she is not his mother."

Fanxing sighed: "Do you still want to ask, why didn't the daughter of that family report to the police when she saw her mother killed her father? Why did she help her mother to hide this matter silently?"

Busheng hesitated for a moment, feeling that this question seemed a bit inappropriate to ask, but curiosity still prevailed: "...Even if it is because of filial piety to protect the mother, is it not important to avenge the father?"

After he uttered such a sentence, he felt the dilemma of his daughter in it.

Fanxing seemed to see through his entanglement at the moment, and lowered his eyes: "Amitabha, mortals, are all stupid and very wise. They will do these things you can't understand. This is a human being."

On one side, he lures Busheng to ponder the subtleties of human nature, but on the other side he has to deal with Yan Wujiu's big sharp eyes.

Yan Duotang half-dragged and half-carried the somewhat confused Mother Yan back home, Yan Wujiu stood upright in front of Fanxing, his mouth was pursed into a line, and his eyes were burning like fire.

"You are very good at kung fu, it is impossible for mother to push you down." He said suddenly.

Fanxing remained silent, as if he hadn't reacted, and he still looked like a peaceful and quiet holy monk.

Yan Wujiu was in a mess, he didn't know why Brahma did this, he heard his mother's words, so mother used to...for him...for him...

All kinds of emotions mixed together, which made him suddenly afraid to face the woman who had paid so much for him, and besides this, he was more vigilant about Fanxing's intentions than ever before.

No matter how vigilant Yan Duotang was before Brahma, he didn't care much about it, but Yan Wujiu couldn't understand what happened just now, Fanxing is good at martial arts, it is impossible to be easily pushed down by a weak woman, even if he accidentally fell, It can also come up as easily as before, but Brahma waited for so long on purpose, as if deliberately letting him see...

Why do this?

He suddenly felt that the monk in front of him, who was white and compassionate like a lotus flower, was a little hard to see clearly.

At this moment, Brahmasu belatedly let out an ah, and smiled as if he had come to his senses: "Just now, if the poor monk hides, Mrs. Yan will fall."

He said lightly: "At that time, she was emotional and mentally unstable. The poor monk was afraid of irritating her, so he waited a little longer when he heard you were coming."

Reasonable, no flaws.

But Yan Wujiao's intuition told him that this reason was not credible.

The child lowered his eyelashes, and the moonlight shone on the otherworldly monk in front of him, making every sentence of him feel convincing like a mantra from heaven.

On that night not long ago, the monk in white also reached out to him under the moonlight, asking if he would like to be his student.

He agreed.

Then believe him to the end.

Yan Wujiu deliberately ignored the objections in his heart, and resumed his rogue spirit: "Okay, you have passed the level, but the answer is too slow, Xiao Jiuye will confiscate your bed tonight!"

He deliberately amplified his voice to hide the unnatural blush on his face, and strode towards the ruined temple of Fanxing.

In Yanmu's situation, I am afraid that seeing him will be irritated again. Now he is restless and doesn't want to go home, so it's better to make do with Fanxing for a night.

Fanxing calmly followed behind him: "The poor monk only made a bed, you sleep at night, and the poor monk will keep watch for you."

Yan Wujiu's ears perked up, and his footsteps slowed down: "What night watch? I don't want a night watch! It's not a girl's house, Xiao Jiuye is a man among men!"

Fanxing said: "... two people really can't sleep."

Yan Wujue took a deep breath: "I'm very thin! It doesn't take up space!"

Fanxing said again: "The poor monk is at the door, don't go far."

Yan Wujiao quickly jumped up: "Is this something that can't go far! A man among men won't allow you to watch the night!"

Fanxing hesitated for a moment, but finally failed to overcome the upright soul, and asked a question that hit the soul: "Are you afraid to sleep alone?"

Yan Wujiao: "..."

Yan Wujiu was about to suffocate, and his face was flushed red: "Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah! Tong Yan Wuji, the wind blows away! You dare not sleep alone! I, I often sleep alone! I can still walk at night! You are slandering! Slandering! I want to protest!"

He yelled a lot incoherently, shut his mouth, and ran away with backbone.

...So, I still dare not sleep alone.

No wonder he got up in the middle of the night last night to hear Yan Duotang's words.

Dare to feel that when a child wakes up from a dream and cannot see an adult, he is frightened awake.

Fanxing walked back to the ruined temple at his own pace, and as soon as he entered the door, he noticed a child sleeping on the pile of straw in the corner who refused to make a sound.

Banzheng was like a corpse, motionless with his eyes closed.

Little Jiuye, you are already called Jiuye, you are a mature man, you can't admit cowardice in front of this monk, get tough!Show him what a man's protest is!

Yan Wujiu lay facing the wall, straightened his body like a ruler—yes, that's what a tough man should do, don't talk to him!Don't look at him!

Facing the "man's protest", Fan Xing stood there in silence for a moment, blew out the dim candle, and lay down next to Yan Wujiu.

Fortunately, both of them are thin and thin, and Yan Wujiao is a child who doesn't occupy much space, and there is still a little room after sleeping. Yan Wujiao "protested" for a short time, and then fell asleep in a daze. , the more he slept, the colder he became, and he involuntarily leaned towards the heat source around him.

Fanxing opened his eyes and lowered his head to glance at the child who was trying to squeeze into his creaking nest. The child closed his eyes and breathed with his mouth open, looking a little silly.

It's a bit cold... In the half-dream and half-awake state, Yan Wujiu thought so, so I got closer, a little bit...

——After all, a mature man should be able to bend and stretch!

After finding a suitable reason for himself, Yan Wujiu fell into a deep sleep with satisfaction, sleeping on his back, and tried to put a leg on Fanxing's leg several times during the period, but was gently and mercilessly suppressed by Fanxing.

When he woke up the next day, Fan Xing was no longer on the bed, Yan Wujiu scratched his hair, yawned, stretched out and walked out of the ruined temple, and saw Fan Xing talking to the mother and daughter of the Yan family.

They all carried a burden on their shoulders, changed into wear-resistant dark clothes, and wrapped their hair tightly with cloth scarves so that no trace of hair leaked out. They were dressed for a long journey.

Yan Wuzheng's yawn got stuck in the middle.

Mother Yan, who was saying goodbye to Fanxing, turned her head slightly and saw Yan Wujiu walking out, with a sincere and gentle smile on her face: "Jiujiu, come."

She waved at Yan Wujiu, and gently stroked his hair: "Mother did some stupid things last night, and she came to her senses after waking up. You have been a magistrate since you were a child, and you have a set of rules in your heart. I saw you were distracted yesterday." Ning, I knew I couldn't keep you, mother is a burden here, so I will take your sister away today."

Yan Wujiu opened his eyes wide in panic: "

mother? "

Mother Yan still wanted to say a lot, but for a moment, she couldn't say anything, and finally she could only sigh: "You are going to do great things, Master Fanxing is a good person, he is willing to be your husband, you just Learn from him well."

She said slowly: "In the future, if you find a place to settle down, mother will send you a letter, you..."

This woman who lost one son looked at the other son, and expressed the most simple wish of a mother: "...you eat and sleep well, and grow tall. Your parents are both good-looking, and you will be good-looking in the future." .”

Yan Duotang on one side had tears in his eyes, and handed over a small cloth bag in his hand, Yan Wujiu took it blankly, although the cloth bag was small, it was heavy to hold.

Mother Yan said: "... This is the origin of your name. The congratulatory gift given to you by the last prince of the previous dynasty when you were born, the name of chess is not correct. I heard that another chess set named after it was given to you at that time. Nangong's present day."

An indescribable smell flashed across her face.

Probably out of fear of the power of fate, the two sets of chess bestowed by the same person unexpectedly had such an entanglement mixed with blood and deep feud.

Mother Yan put her hands together and bowed reverently towards Brahma, and whispered softly: "Master, please protect my son from entanglements, be safe and sound, and grow up healthy."

Fan Xing bowed in return: "Amitabha, please be at ease, female benefactor."

Mother Yan nodded, and finally looked at Yan Wuzheng carefully again, as if she wanted to impress this child deeply in her heart, then she patted the back of Yan Duotang's hand who couldn't help sobbing, and said calmly: "Tangtang , let's go."

The mother and daughter slowly left the ruined temple with each other's support. Yan Wujiu stood there holding the small cloth bag in a daze for a long time, then jumped up suddenly, and chased after him: "Mother! Wait a minute!"

When Yan Duotang heard his younger brother's voice, he immediately stopped, looking at the little figure with full of expectation, Yan Wujiu ran in front of them, took a few breaths, and suddenly began to untie his belt, which surprised Yan Duotang subconsciously I'm going to pat him on the head: "What are you doing!"

Yan Wujiu, who was patted, was in pain, and when he let go of his hand, a ball fell from the waist of his trousers into the trouser leg.

This time I have to untie my pants.

Yan Wujiu looked at Yan Duotang resentfully: "Why are you still so reckless! Be careful of being bullied when you go out in the future!"

When Yan Duotang heard that "later", the expectation that was still shining in his eyes just now slowly faded away.

Yan Wu resolutely sat on the ground, untied his trousers, took out a bag of tightly wrapped things, and stuffed it to Yan Duotang: "You put away the money you exchanged yesterday, and hide it in several places. Let people see it, and break it into pieces of silver when you have time, and then exchange it for copper plates..."

Seeing him babbling like an old lady at such a young age, Yan Duotang smiled, and tears fell from his eyes: "Got it! Why are you like an old woman!"

Yan Wujiu sat on the ground, watched the two of them walk away, and tied his trousers with his head down. This time, his movements were extremely slow, his fingers were as stiff as his own hands, and he failed to fasten them after several times.

After an unknown amount of time, a big hand with slender bones stretched out, fastened his trousers in twos and twos, pulled him up from the ground, and brushed the dust and grass leaves off his back legs.

Yan Wujiao lowered his head to prevent him from seeing his face, and let him drag him away. As for where to go?

He doesn't care at all.

When the rough dirt road gradually turned into a flat road, and the noisy hawking turned into elegant whispers, he suddenly raised his head and found that Fanxing had led him out of Changpingfang. He's like a man from two worlds.

"Where is this going?"

Yan Wujiu held Fanxing's hand tightly.

Fanxing's eyes remained fixed, and his tone was steady: "I will take you to ask what you want to know, then leave Beijing, go down the southeast coast, and go to southern Xinjiang."

"Southern Xinjiang?" Yan Wujiu had never heard of this place before, "What is that place?"

Fanxing smiled: "The homeland of the Holy Majesty today is a...beautiful place."