Jianghu Guest Qinglu

, arrogant, he was suppressed by force, and taught him a lesson, how could he be indifferent to the evil slave who bullied the master, for this reason, he replaced all the restless servants in the small courtyard with newcomers.

Master Huan is the third elder, one of the three elders of the Black Tiger Gang. The five elder brothers of Huan are also disciples in the sect, each with their own characteristics and personalities. In the sect, there are distinct factions and each is the master. Among the five sons, only The fifth son doesn't practice martial arts and is a scholar. Master Huan is terribly disappointed in him and doesn't have any hope.

When Huan was 52 years old, Master Huan lost three sons due to factional disputes, all because of the consequences of being on the wrong team. This also tells future generations: more choices and more mistakes.

And Huan Wu ran away from home directly, leaving this disappointing home, no one paid attention to Huan Wu's departure.

A few months later, Huan Wu relied on his skills to write letters for others in a small village to make a living. Later, he met Lan Qingke and followed Lan Qingke to Fengyue Tower.

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Nian Si is one of the seven masters of Fengyue Tower.

Nian Siben is a native of the Western Regions, born with different pupils, and was trafficked to Song Dynasty as a slave.Because it is a foreign land, he was constantly trafficked and returned in Song Dynasty, and he was not very popular, just because of the language barrier, and no trafficker would ask someone to teach him to learn the language of Song Dynasty, so he could barely remember what the other party said He clearly understood that after he was ruthlessly trafficked by his family to Song Dynasty, he was a solitary and inferior slave. In a foreign country where he could not understand the language, he had no ability to survive. He could only obey the traffickers. It is enough to keep one's own law and don't cause trouble, and because of his different eyes and face, the people of Song Dynasty always have a little disdain, even the slaves who were sold together. No one would buy him in the slave market, even if If a few bigwigs bought him on a whim, they couldn't bear to throw him back into the slave market in a few days.

He is not good-looking, at most he is handsome, because the pair of different pupils add a bit of strangeness, making people unwilling to look at him. Sometimes, some buyers with special hobbies will buy him and take him with him. Go home, and when you find out that he has a cold personality, he is not interested and throws it away.

A fat-headed and big-eared employee spent a lot of money to buy him, signed a life-and-death contract, regardless of life or death, he thought that he would become a shadow guard with no thoughts and opinions as his companions said, but he didn't want to, he was bought. It's a sadistic plaything for the son of a member of the staff.

Marrying a wife is like changing clothes for a member. He has never had a son. Finally, a concubine gave birth to a son for him. The member is old enough to have a son. He is too spoiled. Naturally, he will give him all the good things. He can't be beaten or scolded. No, the young master is tyrannical, has a bad temper, and often beats up servants violently. The servant girls around him are changed every month, and the servant girls at home are not willing to be assigned to his yard. It can be seen that the servants with missing arms, broken legs and dying were carried out from his yard. Who would send their children to die for a lot of money? Fanbang people were beaten to death, and they did not violate the laws of the Song Dynasty.

After entering the Yuanwai mansion, the young master beats a small dozen every three days and a big one every five days. He spends half of the week on the haystack. Because he is a slave, he doesn't even have a decent house. He lives in a woodshed every day. There is not even a hard board bed, only a pile of firewood and hay on the ground, and there is only one meal a day. People helped him apply medicine, and the sores on his body were festering, leaving scars in patches, and there was no good skin on his body.

Every day, I carry my tired body from the firewood house to the young master's yard, and wait for him in the young master's torture room. When he arrives late, the young master will beat him hard, and the young master will let him go when he is in a good mood, but this time is always rare. There are only a few days in the year, and the young master's family went out to visit relatives during the New Year. He always looked forward to it, and felt that the year passed so slowly. Sometimes, he seemed to end his own life, so as not to live a life worse than death. Abandoned and sold to foreign countries, what are people doing alive, wasting food?But he doesn't want to die, his life is only a few years, he has not lived enough, he has not seen the outside world, he has not experienced all kinds of life in the world.

When the young master turned 15 years old, he married a girl from the same city who was a few years younger than him. On that day, the young master was busy welcoming the bride, and the whole family was busy in the front yard. No one remembered that there was a foreign slave locked up in the firewood room in the backyard.

The moon is dark and the wind is high. He, wearing single clothes and penniless, fled Yuanwai Mansion in a panic, ran on the back hill, fell to the ground after running for a few steps, then continued to get up and continue running, looking back while running Is there anyone coming after me?

After running for several hours, there was still no one chasing after him, so he felt relieved, sat down on the ground, leaned against the big tree, breathed a sigh of relief, curled up his legs, put his arms around his knees, and buried his head in his knees Among them, they burst into tears, startling countless nightingales.

He finally escaped.

After a long time, his stomach growled, and he remembered that he hadn't eaten today. He stood up against the tree and looked around. It was dark all around, full of big trees, dark and dangerous.

Holding his injured leg, he walked slowly up the mountain.

He escaped, but after escaping, how could he survive in the Song Dynasty when he was unfamiliar with the place, did not understand the language, was penniless, and had no skills?

He stopped and stopped, walked up step by step, looked up at the moon, as if he was going to the moon.

He didn't know how long he walked, how many times he fainted from hunger, barely stood up while holding on to the tree, and passed from one tree to another with difficulty.

Under the moonlight, there were bursts of fighting sounds in front of him. He hurriedly lay down in the bushes to cover his figure. He had heard his companion tell the legendary martial arts story of the Song Dynasty. Maybe, today, he walked into the rivers and lakes.

Under the cover of the bushes, he saw several people fighting from far and near, and with a clear eye, several people besieged one person, and the other person beat several people, and they were evenly matched.

A few people jumped up and down, fighting alone on the tree for a while, and besieged under the tree for a while. The one who swung his long sword, and the light flashed, took a life.

He covered his mouth and dared not make a sound, for fear of being heard and being killed.

Not long after, that person has solved the predicament and killed those who pursued him.

He waited for a long time, but no one came again, there was no sound in front of him, and even the murderer disappeared, so he slowly got up and looked around cautiously.

"You're not timid..." A voice suddenly came from behind him, and he was so startled that he fell to the ground suddenly, with a frightened expression on his face.

The person behind him was the one living alone. Seeing that he was so frightened, that person giggled. Suddenly, "Huh~", he leaned forward and looked at him without blinking. His eyes met. Not daring to breathe, afraid of losing his life because of it, looking at the long sword dripping blood in the man's hand, trembling all over.

The man smiled and patted him, "Don't be afraid! I never kill innocent people indiscriminately!"

The more he said this, the more afraid he became.

The man reached out to touch his eyes, his face twitched, he wanted to hide but didn't dare to hide, he could only let him touch his eyes, "It turned out to be different pupils, one blue and one black, so beautiful..."

Pretty?If it is beautiful, why do others still hate him, regard him as a scourge and avoid him.

The man stood up straight and looked at him with a smile, "I can't bear to have such beautiful eyes..."

The words fell, and before he had any reaction, he thought he didn't understand anyway. With a swipe of the long sword, the last thing he saw in this life was that sword light. Then, he screamed and covered his eyes, blood flowed from his hands Slid down, slid across the cheek and landed on the ground.

"Who told you to see me kill someone! It's a pity that you can no longer see the wonderful world with such beautiful eyes..." The man's voice became farther and farther away.

He screamed and finally passed out.

I don't know how long I have been in a coma. After getting up, my eyes can no longer see everything. I can only walk forward slowly. Without my eyes, is it different? Can people in Song Dynasty accept it? he.

This pair of different pupils is a symbol of his foreign identity. Without his eyes, no one will know that he is a foreigner, and he will be able to survive in Song Dynasty.

The breeze was blowing, and he walked step by step, because his eyes were blind, he couldn't see everything, and he didn't know that there was a cliff ahead, so he still walked there step by step.

When he stumbled and fell off the cliff, he didn't think about anything, he only thought about whether he was going to die and everything was going to end.

He didn't expect to wake up, because he couldn't see with his eyes, he could only hear the sound. At this moment, is he glad that he can still hear the sound, although he can't understand it.

He was lifted up and leaned against the pillow. From the feeling, he was bumping on the carriage, and he was rescued.

A girl supported him, fed him porridge, and listened to the girl's non-stop chatter. Although she couldn't understand, she didn't feel any malice. The kind girl saved him. Maybe they didn't know that he was a slave from a foreign land, "You never Falling off a cliff, luckily our carriage passed by here, and luckily you fell down and hung on a tree branch, otherwise you would have died. My son is benevolent, he didn’t want to see you die, so he showed kindness and saved you, you Don’t be ungrateful, remember to repay your kindness when you recover from your injury... I said, why are you covered in injuries and you have been hungry for so many days, don’t your family members give you food? Why do you have such a family? After leaving you, you will follow my son from now on..."

A pleasant male voice recalled from the right, he