Crown Sword

Amid the silent watching in unison, Gongyangyue walked alone in the heavy rain, not avoiding or covering up, the umbrella he sent had disappeared in the scuffle, and he could only let the rain fall down his cheeks.

He went to the inn to get new clothes, and when the rain stopped, he changed them for Xia Houzhen. He waded across the river with the corpse on his back, dug a hole, buried it under a kapok tree, carved a stele with a sword, and sat for a long time without leaving.

Sometimes he would think that those people scolded him as a catastrophe, and there were indeed reasons for it, and sometimes he would think that Fang Jing was right, she killed Xiahou himself, and he knew that something might happen to him, but he still wanted to let him go. He suffered from a long memory and did not rescue him in time. As a big man with such a small mind, he is the murderer.

This sitting for three days, no water or rice, Liang Kunyu came to persuade, Gu Xue came to persuade, Wei Zhanmei came to persuade, all of which were useless until Xia Houjin arrived.

The two met in front of the tomb. Gong Yangyue didn't know how to face the old man, so he lowered his head and said nothing.

It was Xia Houjin who spoke first, and recited to himself: "The highest virtue is not virtuous, so there is virtue; the lower virtue does not lose virtue, because there is no virtue. The upper virtue does not do anything but does not think, the lower virtue does nothing but thinks, and the superior benevolence does it." And I don't think (note)..."

"this is not……"

Gongyangyue felt a pain in her heart, and said all the last words in the rain that night.

Xia Houjin didn't answer, but told himself and Xia Houzhen what he had said back then, and then continued: "Since Zhen'er doesn't regret what he said, it means he doesn't blame you."

"If you don't blame, don't you feel pain?" Gong Yangyue asked.

Xia Houjin's eyes trembled, and he said softly: "Everyone has a way to go. Some people are destined to be kind all their lives until they die, and some people may degenerate into demons because of one sentence and one thing. It is impossible to be good forever in this world. It is impossible to be evil forever. Goodness lasts for a day, and evil is born for a day. One thought of good and evil is good and evil. However, the Dao reciprocates and the cycle continues, so why worry about it.”

"sorry."

"The youngest has already investigated the matter, and no one will slander you about the looting. In addition, Jiangu will also send a message to the rivers and lakes. The Southern Martial Arts are united and will definitely arrest the thief surnamed Miao." Xiahou Jin As he spoke, he paused, shook his head and sighed: "As for that woman, I don't know if it's right or wrong, only you know right or wrong."

Gongyangyue was silent for a long time, Xia Houjin finished speaking, and stood up neatly.

"and many more!"

Looking back, the old man saw even more vicissitudes than what he saw just now, and only then did Gong Yangyue feel the pain of others.Isn't Xia Houjin sad?Of course not, it's just that as the seventh elder, he can't cry like a teenager, nor can he open his mouth to curse, and it's even more impossible to go on a hunger strike every now and then.

No one feels better than him, but he is the only one who is self-willed.

Gong Yangyue had a cheeky face, and said with difficulty: "Can you let him..."

"I just came here to take away his saber." Xia Houjin picked up the broken long sword in front of the grave and floated away. "People in the sword valley can be buried everywhere in the green hills."

After Xia Houjin left, Gongyang Yuechi sat for seven days before leaving on his own.

The woman's "I'm sorry" before she died made him suddenly understand that good and evil in the world are not just a simple word. During this period, he regretted and wavered. He has been trying to find the answer, but no one can tell He, can he turn back, can he hold the sword in his hand, can he continue to stick to the previous path.

This time, no one can save him again.

With only the red stone in his eyes, Gong Yangyue wanted to go to Hailuogou, but he went in the wrong direction and walked all the way to Queer Mountain in Xishu.He didn't rest after being exposed to the rain, wind and evil entered his body, and he was so hungry that even steel and iron bones couldn't bear it, let alone a mortal body. On the third day, he finally couldn't hold on, and fell down in a mountain temple.

The temple has a "master", and the one who occupies it is a little guy, less than ten years old, wrapped in tattered animal skins and linen.

She is a well-known wild child in the neighborhood. She has no parents and no mother. The people in the nearby villages are unpretentious. Every household takes turns to give her a meal every day. She is not hungry when she grows up.Taking the mountain as his home, the little one has a strong sense of territory like a wild beast. When he sees an unexpected guest coming to his house, he immediately pushes and shoves the person out like a civet cat with fried fur.

But she is small and weak, standing upright is less than Gong Yangyue's waist, she can't move at all, so she can only carry some hay to cover her, out of sight and out of mind.

After nightfall, it was cold in the mountains, and the little boy shivered under the desk, wrapped in a rag, and was awakened by a sneeze in his sleep.

There was a rustle, and the person under the dry grass moved.

"Hey, are you awake?"

The little one yelled loudly, but no one answered her, only the echo from the temple.With courage, she approached on tiptoe, stretched out her hand to feel the breath of Gong Yangyue, and suddenly found that there was more air intake and less air output: "Ah? Are you really going to die?"

Today is the fifteenth day, and there are snow wolves howling at the moon in the mountains, making people panic, the little one rubbed his arms, made up his mind, got up and pulled his shoulders with one hand, and pulled him out with all his strength, while exerting all his strength. Crying, and the desolate night, that is called a tragedy: "Don't die, if you die, die outside, if you die here, how will I sleep in the future!"

It was easy to drag it by two inches, but the chassis was unable to hold back, and it fell on the spot. When the person fell back, he knocked on the threshold and passed out on the spot.

When she woke up rubbing her head, the sky was already bright, the wind stopped and the sun rose, and it was peaceful and beautiful.Seeing the person lying upright in front of her eyes, she hurriedly leaned forward again, carefully probing her fingers, and only after finding out that her skin was still warm and still breathing, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The little guy thought about it, since this person survived a catastrophe, it means that God will not accept it, and it is good to save a life, but there is no doctor in the village, and it is common to have a headache. The local method passed down from the ancestors is really a deadly disease, so I have to go to the town to ask someone.

The town is not far away, five miles away, but this is the first time she has traveled far, and she is illiterate, so she found the pharmacy after asking for a long time.The sitting doctor was very enthusiastic, he looked like a half-grown doll, thought it was something happened to his parents, he immediately packed the medicine box, but he had to pay the consultation fee first, when he reached out to ask, the little girl couldn't give it.

Not only can't give it, she doesn't even know what money is because it has never been used.

It's normal for a child to understand money, it's normal for an adult to be polite, so the doctor kept an eye out and asked her who else was in the family, but was surprised when she got the answer, and they said she was alone.The doctor was also curious about who she was looking for, but the little girl only said that she was a swordsman who got in by mistake.

Hearing this is a loss-making business, the pharmacy is not a good place, and the doctor wants to eat, so he waved her away, but seeing how pitiful she was, he didn't say anything: "I don't have money, I can exchange things."

Xiao Budian tucked her hands under her sleeves. She did have a beautiful bead that she carried around since she was a child, but she was reluctant to use it to save someone she met by chance.

So, she could only return to the mountain temple in desperation.

"Money, is money that important? How can I have money?" Xiao Budian hugged his knees, looked at the huge statue, and couldn't stop muttering.

That was the first time she knew the importance of money and knew that money could save lives, but she had no money and didn't know how to make money, so she could only follow the example of the local people and take the note from the doctor with the word "money" written on it. Wrap your own precious beads, put them together in a urn, and put them on the incense table.

"By God, can you give me some money so that I can save him?"

She kowtowed three times upright, then leaned against the incense table and sat quietly, gradually dozing off.After the broken pot hanging on the bonfire boiled water and made a piercing puffing sound when it overflowed into the fire, she rubbed her eyes, rolled up her sleeves and folded her palms to get it.

The urn on the table was shaken, she dragged the jug to the ground, opened a gap in the door to let the wind cool, then turned around while pinching her earlobe, and put the urn back in place.

After such a fiddle, the feeling was wrong, and the inside was obviously a lot heavier. She immediately weighed the thing in her arms, and heard a tinkling sound coming from inside——

There are a few leaves growing in the urn, but they are not the kind that can be seen all over the mountain, but golden and shining.

"Could this be money? Put beads and paper strips in a clay urn and place them on the incense table in the mountain temple, and the gods will appear and give what you ask for?" Xiao Budian jumped up clapping his palms, blushing with joy. Laughing, "I'm rich! I'm rich!" She divided half of the warm water in the pot into a broken bowl, then put the bowl next to Gong Yangyue's head, poked his face with her fingers, and muttered He said: "Hey, God bless you, you don't have to die, you are really a lucky star."

After finishing speaking, regardless of the time, he ran to the town in one breath, pulled the doctor over, and waited for the doctor to get the medicine and torture together.

When she returned to the village, she kept an eye out and asked a village woman for a spoon. After three bowls of water were boiled into one bowl of water, she brought the medicine out of the pot, but she really couldn't shake Ramyue to drink it.The person was lying down, force-fed and afraid of choking the throat, so she couldn't drink it with her mouth, and her nose overflowed, so she could only sit aside, open the person's mouth, and feed him patiently spoonful by spoonful.

"Don't die, get well soon after taking the medicine, did you hear me?"

Feed the little one a spoonful and say a word to herself until the bottom of the bowl is empty. She is hungry and tired.Thinking that it was the first time to take care of someone in such a big life, he played childish temper, pushed and shoved, and went to the campfire by himself to hold a bowl of grilled rice.

But her eyes always slipped to Gongyangyue inadvertently, thinking that in the past two days, there was no grain of rice lying on the ground, so she took some out, soaked it in water to soften it, mashed it with chopsticks, and finally gave it to him with a spoon. Shove it in.

"You have to be alive, you can be worthy of the dead, and you have the opportunity to discover the beauty of this world..." Little Dot murmured softly, "Ah! The most important thing is that you can be rich only by living! You are my lucky star!"

According to the doctor, one needs to sweat due to the wind and cold, so the little boy closed the temple door tightly and plugged the windows, and finally piled everything that could be used as a cover, even hay, on him, but he only grabbed a bag Wearing an unlined garment, I was so tired that I could cling to the faint heat of the flame, and fell asleep.

In the dream, the white mist was blurred. When the little girl dreamed of roast chicken, roast duck and goose feet, Gong Yangyue saw herself falling into the sea of ​​corpses and blood. Under her body were all the headless corpses that Qin Jun had beheaded. With a heavy bow made of two stones, Luo shot his spear directly at the gate of Shengle City in the cloud.

"Kill, without pardon!"

He stepped on the dead body and fled desperately, but he remained in place——

"Father, mother!"

In that year when the country was destroyed, he went from being a rich flower in the world to being a weed in the mud, from eagerly looking forward to this world, to encountering all kinds of malice, and began his journey of never turning back.

If he died at that time, wouldn't he have to go through so much again?

Gong Yangyue turned over in sweat, and at first glance saw the reeds flying across the ferry again. A man in a white robe was holding a qin, and a man was wearing a black dress with a sword. They went away by boat through the snow. If you can't catch up, you can only fall off the horse and lose your voice in pain——

"Don't leave me, I don't want to go to Sword Valley!"

That was the year when Feishui won a big victory. He remembered it very clearly. It was almost seven years ago. It turned out that he never let go of the resistance from the bottom of his heart.

In the end, Xia Houzhen's ethereal figure and the warm smile when he held up the stone and split it in half appeared in front of his eyes. This time, he was no longer the one who spoke, shouted, and clamored. He became silent. The listener listens to the words of the person in front of him——

"This is what I firmly believe, and this is what I see!"

Xiahou, from now on, this is what I firmly believe.

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