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Fan An said: "This is the end of the matter, everyone, hurry up and escape from the back mountain, this time is no small matter! If you keep the green hills, you will not be afraid of no firewood!" As soon as he finished speaking, a person shouted: "The head of the house, the back mountain has been blocked !"

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, the head of the family glanced down the mountain, and suddenly pulled Fan An aside.He drew out his own self-defense dagger and handed it to Fan An, saying: "Go back and watch Xiao Zhou, if something really happens this time, you can take my son and run for your own life, don't worry about us."

Fan An froze for a moment, choked with grief and said, "It must be..." While speaking, he turned around and was about to run for his life, but he was brought back by the master. "But you have no integrity at all, let alone the integrity of a scholar." Fan An heard his heart pounding, and said to himself, please don't make me swear.

The head of the family said: "You should be poisonous, saying that you will protect my son with your life. Otherwise, let your parents suffer all the pains of the eighteen levels of hell under the underworld."

Fan An took a sharp breath, and said in his heart that he had made a deadly oath.He, Fan An, did not believe in gods and Buddhas in his life, but he believed in the curses that came out of his own mouth.In this life, there is nothing to worry about. He has no taboos, but the only word filial piety cannot make any concessions.

He was extremely unwilling, but still made this poisonous oath.

After hearing what he had said, the head of the family turned around and shouted: "Take the guy and fight with them! Our low lives are all picked up. If we trade with these officers and soldiers, we still suffer!" Everyone behind him With a loud shout, he copied the guy and rushed down the mountain.These gangsters in the rivers and lakes never took their lives seriously. At this time, they were sent to death with a knife, and they were mighty and mighty, which can be called heroic.

Fan An tucked the dagger into his sleeve, and before he had time to look down the mountain, he walked swiftly towards the bamboo house deep in the village.

Xiao Zhou is the only son of the head of the family. He is only three years old and has just learned to write.His mother died early.The head of the family himself is doing murder and robbery, but in his heart he expects his son to be a scholar.Back then, Fan An was captured by these bandits along with the rioters, and was forced to work as a teacher for this kid in this bandit den.

Fan An went into the house and picked up Xiao Zhou and went to the back mountain. After walking a few steps, he saw someone approaching from a distance.Fan An felt that something was wrong, so he hurried back. After thinking for a while, he went to the bottom of the wall of the bamboo house. He dug away the dust in the corner of the wall, revealing a hole where some of his stolen goods were hidden. At a time of crisis, he didn't care about money and other extraneous things, so he took out all the stolen goods and threw them away, and put the two-year-old Xiao Zhou in the empty space.

Xiao Zhou has followed him since he was a child, and is very trusting and attached to him.He let Fan An put himself into the hole, blinked and asked, "Uncle Fan, what are you going to do?"

Fan An said: "Uncle Xu said he wanted to play hide-and-seek with you. If I hide you well, he won't be able to find you."

Xiao Zhou looked at Fan An and said, "There's a lot of noise outside, what is Dad doing?"

"Your father is beating the bad guys, and he will come to play with you when you beat the bad guys away." He said, pinching Xiao Zhou's nose, closing the wooden board at the entrance of the hole lightly, and then covered the wooden board with sand and mud. layer.

He wanted to escape, but judging by the situation, he might not be able to escape.If these bandits had been recruited for other reasons, they might have escaped death.But now he is carrying the serious crime of murdering the imperial court official, but it is certain that he will not survive.His brain collapsed to the extreme, thinking that he must not accept his fate just like this.

He lived for 28 years. When he was weak, he met Liu Xi's rebellion. His hometown, Min County, was completely flattened. At that time, his family was destroyed, and only Fan An survived.For so many years, he has been through the waves, escaped the famine, and survived through many winds and waves, but he is going to give up his life today?

Fan An stood for a while, then turned around and hurried to the prison.

Fan Pingqiu was still locked up. There were no guards in the prison. When Fan An entered, he was picking the lock.Fan An walked over, pulled out the dagger with a sullen face, and slashed at the iron chain with all his strength, and the iron chain broke with a sound.

Fan Pingqiu was wondering if this person came to save him, but he didn't want this person to walk in and push him to the ground.

Fan An has the handsome appearance of a scholar, but his strength is no less than that of any bandit.He put his knees against Fan Pingqiu's chest, held down Fan Pingqiu's neck with one hand, and said, "Master Fan, I'm sorry. You can't live." While speaking, he raised the dagger in his right hand, and before Fan Pingqiu could speak, he stabbed Fan Pingqiu in the chest neck strength!

Blood spurted out and splashed on the mud wall beside him. Fan Pingqiu struggled violently for a while, but Fan An covered his mouth and couldn't make a sound.His health has been bad for a long time, and he lost his breath soon after the energy passed.

Fan An drew out his dagger, and he stood up staggeringly, his body shivering as if he was cold. "Master Fan, don't blame me for being cruel. The seventy or eighty lives in this village are worth one of yours." He said as he reached down to the torch on the wall, went to the prison table to collect kerosene and scattered it in the prison.

Fan Pingqiu stared at his eyes, but his wife's body was already stiff and cold.Fan An rolled the haystacks around with trembling hands, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a little doll squatting in the corner from the corner of his eye.Fan An was startled as if he had seen a ghost, and almost threw the torch in his hand.

He only thought that Fan Pingqiu would not be able to live, but he forgot that this man had a two-year-old son!

There is no turning back when he opens the bow. He has already killed the baby's biological parents, and now he has no other choice but to go all the way to the dark.

Fan An clenched his palms tightly, bent down and picked up the dagger on the ground. He walked up to the doll like walking on thin ice, and slowly raised the blade.

Fan Pingqiu's son didn't cry or make trouble. I don't know if he was dumb from fright or he was dumb. He just looked at Fan An with round eyes.In Fan An's eyes, those two grape-like eyes looked like the fierce eyes of the judge of Hades in hell. Seeing him, cold sweat broke out on his back, his legs trembled and he almost couldn't stand up.

God, you are going to kill me!Why is it so difficult to be a human being!

Fan An threw away the blade, turned away from looking at the doll, quickly lit the hay in the prison, and fled out of the prison door.

He really couldn't do this, so he thought about letting the fire burn it out.

The prison doors, tables and chairs were originally made of phoenix wood in the mountains, withered pine itself, not as heavy as mahogany, once it is lit, it burns extremely fast and vigorously.The houses in this village are full of thatched huts that have been built casually. A fire broke out in one house, and along the south wind, it spread like water hitting the ground.

Fan An stood in front of the house for a while after setting the fire. The bandits at the bottom of the mountain seemed to have been almost caught, and saw that the officers and soldiers had already come to the village one by one.His eyes were blazing, thinking of the little baby squatting in the corner, his chest was cramping but he couldn't walk.

He, Fan An, had read the sage books for more than 20 years in vain, and now he not only killed the imperial court officials, but also cruelly dealt with young children.So many years of Confucius and Mencius's doctrine of benevolence and righteousness have been read in vain. The master is right. He is not a man of integrity, but he never thought that one day he would do such a thing that is not as good as a beast. This crime is counted as eighteen years old. It is not enough to be tortured by Avici in the first layer of hell.

Fan An was about to cry, he stood still for a while, and had no choice but to rush back into the fire room.

Fan An is a bachelor, and the thing he cherishes most in this world is his own life. Of course he doesn't want to be a hero, but when he thinks that the innocent little baby will be burned alive by him in prison, right and wrong are like a knife. Poking his conscience hard, even though he thought he had a heart of stone, at this moment he felt that life would be worse than death, and he regretted being a human being.

When Fan An rushed back, the prison fire had already burned the doll's clothes, and the flames rushed up and were about to burn the doll's face.Fan An kicked in, quickly wrapped the child in his clothes and rushed out.He moved very quickly and without sloppiness, but when he left the house, he was still on fire. He tore off his clothes and rolled on the spot a few times, but suddenly saw officers and soldiers running towards him not far away, he was startled , ignoring the fire on his body, picked up the child and ran behind the mountain.

He ran for a few steps with his ass burning, but was finally overtaken by the officers and soldiers behind him.He thought to himself that this is over, and when he is caught, he must not confess that his stockade robbed the court officials.

Thinking of this, he didn't run away, so he just sat down, patted the flame behind his buttocks, opened the clothes in his arms and looked at the child, the child's face was blackened by the smoke, but fortunately he was wearing thick clothes , and did not burn.

The officers and soldiers behind caught up and surrounded Fan An. Fan An thought that he would be tied up and taken down the mountain, but unexpectedly the leader of the officer looked him up and asked, "Lord Fan?"

Fan An's heart trembled, and he raised his head to look at the man on the horse.Gray robes, black boots, and half body armor, they turned out to be the guards in the nearby city.These miscellaneous soldiers were not recruited by the imperial court. They were recruited by the county government for security purposes during the wars in the early years. There were not many of them, but they were no less fierce than the regular army.

The leader of the military master did not know which county he was temporarily dispatched from. Obviously, he had never seen Fan Pingqiu. After catching the bandits, he chased up the mountain and saw Fan An running out of the cell with the child in his arms.The bandits all over the mountain were tall and strong, and seeing such a weak and timid one suddenly, they couldn't help but think it was Fan Pingqiu.

At this time, Fan An's face was so smoked by the fireworks that his facial features could not be distinguished clearly, and his face was blue and white and red.Seeing that he was in a daze, the military master dismounted from his horse and cupped his hands, saying, "Young Chen Ming is a sixth-rank captain in Wencheng, Jingzhou. He heard that Mr. Fan is about to take up his post in Beijing, but he was robbed by the bandits here. I came to the rescue under the order of Zhizhou. Don’t mind the little one coming late, Mr. Fan.”

Fan An was taken aback for a moment, he gurgled his throat twice, and suddenly sat down on the ground, crying and howling: "What's the use of you coming now! My wife, she...she...she has already Killed by these bandits!" He said as he passed Fan Pingqiu's son, "I have a pity that my son is only two years old, and he lost his mother in a blink of an eye. How can one live!"

As he spoke, he suddenly stood up, pointed at the military master in front of him, and scolded: "How did Bai Jingrun become a Zhizhou?! He let the local bandits like this dare to rob the head of the imperial court official! Ruoer waits again A few moments late, I am dead, see him as if confessing to the Holy One!"

He held Fan Pingqiu's son in his arms, and said that he would report to the emperor Yun Yun, wiped the ashes from his body and wiped his face, whimpering and was about to cry again.